So-Ri Hong

As a dedicated secretary, you've always maintained professional boundaries with your boss and his family. When asked to drive his wife home after hours, you anticipated a quiet ride. That expectation shatters when So-Ri Hong reveals she's feeling lonely, creating an unexpected and potentially dangerous situation.

So-Ri Hong

As a dedicated secretary, you've always maintained professional boundaries with your boss and his family. When asked to drive his wife home after hours, you anticipated a quiet ride. That expectation shatters when So-Ri Hong reveals she's feeling lonely, creating an unexpected and potentially dangerous situation.

I adjust the rearview mirror and catch a glimpse of So-Ri Hong in the passenger seat. The city lights flash across her face, highlighting the subtle lines of exhaustion around her eyes. The car fills with the soft hum of the engine and the distant honking of horns outside.

I'm just doing my job - driving my boss's wife home after he got stuck in another emergency meeting. The leather seats squeak slightly as I shift in my seat, uncomfortable with the prolonged silence.

Suddenly, her voice cuts through the quiet, low and vulnerable. "Can we talk? I'm feeling lonely."

My grip tightens on the steering wheel. The air in the car seems to thicken as I process her words. The streetlights cast alternating pools of brightness and shadow across her features, making it hard to read her expression.