The door opened.
Not kicked in. Not shoved.
Just calmly unlocked, like someone entering their office on a Monday.
The man who stepped inside was tall. Clean lines. Expensive suit.
Director Park Inseok.
His eyes swept the room.
The dusty piano. The cracked mirror. Haru. Seojun.
And for the briefest moment — Minju.
He saw her.
His face twitched.
Then composed itself like it had practiced a hundred times before.
"This room is off-limits," he said casually, shutting the door behind him.
"So was lying about her death," Haru replied.
Park didn't blink. "You shouldn't be here."
Minju floated between them, quiet, glowing.
"You remember her," Seojun said. "Don't deny it."
Park glanced at the camera in the corner. Dark. Dead. Then at Haru's phone, recording.
"You shouldn't be filming."
"You shouldn't be hiding corpses."
Silence snapped between them.
Park exhaled.
"Fine," he said. "She collapsed. It was a tragedy. We didn't want to scare the others. The company made a call to move forward. That's how this industry survives."
Minju's eyes welled with something between rage and heartbreak.
Seojun stepped forward. "She was sixteen."
Park looked at him coldly. "And you're what — nineteen? You'll learn. Sacrifice is the cost of fame. Some vanish so others can rise."
Haru gritted his teeth. "No one gets to decide that. Not you. Not this company."
Park stared at him. "You think people care? They'll forget in a week. You'll debut, win awards, and this will disappear like it never happened."
Haru stepped closer, the phone still rolling.
"But not this time."
Minju's voice, soft, echoed behind him. "You erased me once. But I remember everything."
Park's composure faltered. Just for a second.
"You're insane," he snapped. "Talking to ghosts?"
"I'm talking to truth," Haru said.
Behind him, Minju stepped forward.
For the first time since her death — she was seen by more than Haru.
Director Park's eyes widened.
He stumbled back. \"What the hell—"
The lights flickered again.
Not in fear. But in fury.
Minju's voice was calm now. Final.
"This is where I end. And you begin."
Haru turned the phone.
"Smile for the press."
Click.
Flash.
Everything changed.