— She told me everything. Colen plans to kidnap me. Hurt me. Wait for you to spiral. Trade you for me. And when Kun shows up, he'll kill Mrs. Chu. — Salin drops the summary on the table.
Jun-ho scoffs and stands up, eyes flashing.
— And you're just telling me this? Cold like that?
— Because I already know what I'm going to do.
— No.
— I'm going to let myself be taken.
— No. What the hell are you saying, Salin?
— With a tracker. With a camera. With the whole plan flipped into a trap for him. This is our chance to take Colen down — with public opinion, with the police, with hell itself if we have to.
— You've lost it. He wants to violate you, Salin! Hurt you! Do you even understand what you're proposing?
Salin didn't flinch. His voice steady, though his eyes betrayed more vulnerability than he wanted to admit:
— I'm ready.
Jun-ho turned on his heel, pacing across the room.
— I can't allow this. I won't allow this!
— I'm not asking for your permission.
