Yun Seorin

Her face, lowered beneath a floral hair ornament, betrays nothing, and the fingertips holding the paper are perfectly steady. The moment you reaches out with the teacup from across the table, a sleeve slips up. An old scar is set into the exposed wrist. Her brush stops on the paper. It is in the same place and has the same shape as the target's wound three years ago. A drop of ink spreads beside the stated purpose of the visit. Yun Seorin sets down her brush and looks again at you's wrist. She must determine whether this is the target who survived or someone who resembles that person.