"Jack... help me. Please, my brother... help me!"
"What? Kim, what is it?"
"The driver... the one from the accident... he was talking to Rouen—my neighbor!"
"What?! How... why would he be talking to her?"
"I... I don't know. I don't know what to do..."
Tears begin to fall down his cheeks.
"Please, Jack... you're my only friend... please..."
Jack looks at him, torn.
"But what do you want me to do?"
Kim slowly lifts his head. His eyes, once gentle, are now filled with fury.
"I want to kill them."
"What—what are you saying?! Kim, no! Let's go to the police. They'll investigate—"
"I will kill them."
Kim's voice drops, cold and heavy.
"If you won't help me... then thank you, Jack."
Jack freezes.
He mutters in shock:
"Kim... is that really you? My friend...? What happened to you...? Has revenge turned you into this...?"
He remembers—fragments of the past:
Jack, too, was once like Kim.
Shy. Avoiding fights. Afraid of blood.
But time changed him...
He returns to the present, staring at Kim.
"Even when you were afraid of blood... even when you never fought back against your bullies because you didn't want to hurt anyone...
Now... you want to kill?"
Kim remains silent.
Then Jack speaks again, this time calmly:
"So... what now, Kim? What do we do?"
Kim lets out a bitter laugh.
"Heh... you're still with me? You... never hated me...
Even when I was weak.
You loved me—not for a reason... just... because you were my friend.
So how could you leave me now?"
Jack smiles faintly.
"Kim... I'm either with you... or against you. And I'm not against you."
A laugh echoes between them, fading into the air.
"So tell me, Kim—what's your decision?"
Kim stares into his eyes.
"...I want you with me, my friend.
Because the darkness has become our home... and vengeance, our destiny.