Chapter 15: Hana goes Shopping

Hana visited the hospital one more time that week.

The room smelled faintly of antiseptic and fading flowers. Sang Mi still lay still—her face still swollen, her arm in a sling, bandages around her ribs and the bruises on her neck a faint map of what she’d endured.

Grandma Yeon-suk stood by her side, gently wiping her forehead with a cloth.

Hana approached silently, her presence felt more than heard. She rested her hand on Sang Mi’s and whispered low.

“I’ll find them, Mi. All of them. I’ll make sure they never hurt anyone again.”

Yeon-suk looked at her, a quiet nod. No words.

Hana bent down, kissed Sang Mi’s forehead with solemn tenderness, and turned to leave.

Back in her apartment, the lights were low, her expression colder.

She slid the laptop open, typed fast—an old protocol buried under muscle memory. Hana tapped into the local traffic surveillance grid with smooth efficiency, bypassing encryption that once took her weeks to learn. Now? Minutes.