The next day, Koo’s heart raced as the guard led her down a different hallway of the prison. Not the usual sterile visitor’s room, but deeper, quieter—where “special arrangements” were made. The door clicked open, and she stepped into a plain but private room: a bed against the wall, a table, two chairs.

Junho was already there, hands cuffed but freed the moment she entered. His eyes lit up when he saw her. “Baby…”