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# Chapter 185: The Beginning of a Trap
Min-jun woke at 3:45 AM in his studio apartment, his heart hammering against his ribs. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he wiped it away with trembling fingers. The events of last night replayed in his mind like a broken film reel—images he couldn’t quite shake, no matter how hard he tried to empty his thoughts.
The pre-dawn darkness outside his window was slowly giving way to grey light. His mind churned relentlessly, searching for a way through this mess without destroying himself in the process. His heart wouldn’t slow down.
He left the apartment and wandered the sleeping city streets. The cold morning air bit at his skin, and the distant rumble of early buses seemed to pull him away from the darkness that clung to his thoughts. He kept walking, hands shoved deep in his pockets, his chest tight with tension.
By 5:45 AM, he’d found a café. The warmth enveloped him as he stepped inside—the aroma of coffee, the quiet murmur of a few early customers. He ordered orange juice, watching the steam rise from other people’s cups. His fingers drummed nervously against the table. The coffee helped, the simple ritual of drinking something warm, but his pulse still raced beneath the surface.
At 7:15 AM, he left the café and continued walking. The city was coming alive now—more people, more noise, more distractions. But none of it could quite reach the darkness that had settled inside him.
By 9:30 AM, he’d found a park. Fresh morning air mixed with the scent of new growth. Birds sang overhead. He sat on a bench, trying to clear his mind, but his hands wouldn’t stop shaking. His heart wouldn’t stop racing.
He left the park and drifted back into the streets. The city swallowed him whole—buildings and crowds and endless noise. But nothing could quiet the storm in his chest.
At 11:45 AM, Min-jun stood in front of a building. The doors were closed, but as he read the name on the glass—Destar Entertainment—something shifted inside him. A small spark of light cutting through the darkness.
This was it. This was where he’d find his dream. This was where he’d find himself again.
He pushed through the glass doors and stepped inside. The interior was dim and quiet. His footsteps echoed as he moved deeper into the building, his mind still churning, still searching for answers. His heart still racing.
Min-jun moved through the corridors of Destar Entertainment, awareness sharpening with each step. The building made him uneasy—all that darkness and silence—but he pressed forward. He had to find his way through this. He had to find his dream.
He walked deeper into the building, searching for something he couldn’t quite name. Answers. A path forward. Proof that none of this was a mistake.
The trap was already set. He just didn’t know it yet.