Everything about me is hazy, for some reason.
If you're so wary of me, why haven't you rejected me?
This program is a work of fiction. The characters, organizations, locations, cases, etc. being portrayed are unrelated to actual events.
What are you really looking to get out of me?
And yet, even though I shouldn't know the first thing about you,
you're so seared into my mind that it makes me sick.
This is clearly some kind of fate, so... How about it?
Tell me your name.
I still couldn't reject you.
That was close...
I nearly finished you off by accident.
You're marketable goods.
I need to sell you off and get paid.
Oh, yeah.
I just remembered there's something else I need to take care of.
He's around here, isn't he?
Your little friend.
I'll let you see him soon enough.
Good thing you'll have some company on your way to hell, huh?
What...
What just happened?
What happened to me?
I'm losing sensation throughout my whole body.
Am I dying?
Sorry...
I'm sorry.
This is bad.
This girl can't be here...
I'm sorry.
Listen...
You did good, kid.
All you need to do now is die.
Just stay put.
Shut up.
You brat!
You piece of shit!
I'll kill you!
I'll kill you right now!
Hey! Somebody! Help me!
Hey, are you all right?
Wait... Let's get you to the hospital...
Hey, wait!
The car's gone...
I guess they already left, huh?
Come on, what was I even expecting?
I just needed somewhere to rest,
and this happened to be the first place to come to mind.
I need treatment.
Maybe I can find a first aid kit.
Hey, are you here, Ryang-Ha?
Ryang-Ha?
Sorry.
Huh?
I mean, I kind of tried to force you to tell me your name.
Are you angry?
Not really.
I was Yu-Jun until a couple months ago.
Horo before that.
Before that, Li-Yeoung, Lin, Oliver, and Yu-Yen.
With every move, I took on a different name.
Over and over.
In the end, none of those names really stuck.
But you know, I'd hate to just keep calling you "hey, you."
Tell me if you change your mind.
Okay?
Sure.
Fine.
My memory's blank for a while after that.
A nosy passerby reported me,
and I was apparently out cold in the hospital for about a week.
Hello.
No need to be alarmed.
I'm with the police.
Not that this is my jurisdiction.
I just happened to hear about you.
I came here so we could talk in person.
Do you know this man?
Don't even try it.
You'll open your wounds.
Where is he?
Where is he right now?!
He's dead.
He bled out from a gunshot wound to the neck.
He was shot in the empty house where you were lying unconscious.
He was found dead in a town a few hundred kilometers away.
He apparently managed to drive for a whole day mortally wounded.
He must've been well past his limit.
Oh, don't get the wrong idea.
I don't suspect you of anything.
I just came to give you a warning.
Forget about Ryang-Ha Song.
Everything that transpired between the two of you.
None of it ever happened.
Pretend there was never anyone named Ryang-Ha Song to begin with.
That's the best way to keep yourself safe.
The girl...
There must have been a child with him.
What happened to her?
Dunno. What are you talking about?
Judging from the scene of the crime,
it seems he left the place dragging someone by the hand.
He must have wanted to take her somewhere safe.
I'm just talking out my ass, though.
Forget I said that, too.
Take care.
Come on, let's call it for the day. He's not coming.
He's not the kind of guy to bail without saying anything.
We're going to make him practice with us!
Wh-Who are you?
What're you doing here?
Hey!
Our friend lived here. Do you know anything about him?
No, I don't.
Wait.
I'm Bloom.
This is Amy.
Were you friends with him?
What's your name?
Hey...
Is it really that important to have a name?
Well, yeah, isn't it?
You must have one, too, don't you?
Ryang-Ha.
I'm Ryang-Ha Song.
What the hell?
What's the matter with you?!
You lying piece of shit!
Never come back!
"None of it ever happened," huh?
But that would be so sad, wouldn't it, Ryang-Ha?
I'm getting pretty tired.
I wonder how he's doing.
I hope he made it to town safely.
Chateau...
I hope that when you wake up in the morning,
you won't remember this horrible nightmare.
You're awake...
Thank goodness.
You passed out in bed the moment we got here.
You were asleep for a whole day and a half.
I was so worried.
It's dusty in here, huh?
Sorry.
It's old and stuffy, not to mention noisy because there are a ton of apartments nearby.
Although that's kind of comforting to me.
But I guess it's not a place to invite a girl over to.
Even though it's my favorite hideout.
Oh, want something to drink?
You must be parched.
Here you go.
Are you suspicious of me?
Oh, come on.
I'll take a sip first, then.
What?
What's wrong?
H-Hey...
Whaf?
Ow!
You're gonna tear it!
You're gonna rip it off!
Are you mad about something?
No.
I just thought...
that you might be a ghost.
That's so horrible. Don't go killing me off like that.
But I did!
I killed a man named Ryang-Ha Song a long time ago.
I shot him dead.
Huh.
What a coincidence.
He has the same name as me.
Why would you lie like that?
You knew everything, didn't you?
Why did you approach me?
Why are you using that name?
Is it because...
the man I shot was someone close to you?
The walls here are really thin.
Try to talk so only I can hear.
Okay?
He was trying to help me...
But I shot him.
He wouldn't stop bleeding.
And yet he took my hand, took me to the car...
And yet...
I forgot all about him and went about my life.
That's not true.
I finally understand why you couldn't push me away.
All this time, you never forgot this name.
I'm so glad...
It wasn't as though none of it ever happened.
I understand, Your Highness...
I mean, Mr. Noble.
Um...
I'm not really following.
Could you say that one more time?
Again...
How much does one need to pay to hire you?
That's what I'm asking.
I've been thinking...
How could I have a fairer relationship with you?
So much has happened, and, well...
I've had so many embarrassing moments in front of you.
But I'd like us to start from scratch! I want to hire you and—
Nope.
What do you even mean by "start from scratch"?
You sound like you're trying to sweep something under the rug.
You're so awful.
I thought we'd gotten closer than that.
Like yesterday when you were clinging to me in tears!
I never clung to you!
Anyway, that aside, the real question is why you want to hire me.
Is it to get rid of Donny and his ilk, and secure the safety of those close to you?
I asked you to accept that I can't do that, remember?
For example, maybe you want to check on your mother to make sure she's safe.
But that's just what they're hoping you'll do.
They'll be sure to take advantage of you in order to catch me.
The best thing to do in this situation is to stay put and not react to anything.
Let them know we aren't falling for their threats or bluffs.
Why don't you trust your friends instead of worrying so much?
You asked them to take care of your mother, too, didn't you?
Or, if you refuse to listen to me...
"I could have my way by force."
Was that what you said?
Could you really, though?
I would resist, of course.
I won't let my guard down the way I did on the ship.
I'd raise hell. I'd even scream.
You wouldn't be able to stay here either way.
Is that supposed to be a threat?
Yes, of course.
But...
If that happened, you would hide me and go on fighting by yourself again.
I won't have that again.
On the other hand, I can't continue putting my friends and family in danger.
I'm sorry for being so demanding.
But you're the only one I have.
See...
First of all, I'd never take you on as a client.
An assassin can't be his own agent.
You can sell his services to a client you can threaten,
and demand information and exorbitant compensation.
I suspect that's far more lucrative than you can imagine.
So if you want to do business with me as a peer, you'd best be prepared.
Well?
The transaction's complete, then.
Um...
Roughly how much are we talking?
M-May I ask for a quote?
Not money.
Well, like,
I get the feeling you'd try to pay with your own insurance or something.
Aha, nailed it.
Well, then, what will you ask for?
Just think about it.
What compensation do I want?
Figure it out for yourself.
I don't know, though.
What "compensation" would he want that isn't money?
Will he turn me down if he's not satisfied?
I don't even know the first thing about him.
Whatcha doing?
Jeez.
I was looking everywhere for you.
Getting some sunlight?
I-I'm not doing anything!
You don't want anyone to see us.
We should head inside.
If this terminal of tears is made of your love,
our path forward is covered in blooming flowers of death. {tl- terminal station is written 執着駅... obsession station?? not sure if it's a typo or if it has some weird deeper meaning}
And yet, we would go forth.