No, there is no such thing as a coincidence.Ahn Hana stares hard at the books in her hands. The title is the same, but the editions are different. She opens the older edition and flips the pages.

“The killer is related to me.” Ahn Hana can’t stop herself from shaking. “He was the one who read this book to me, Kwang Soo. The murders are probably connected to me.”A tense silence descends in the room. Both men blankly stare at the woman. Jung Kwang Soo takes a step backwards with disbelief in his eyes. "Ahn Hana, please tell me that

"Sejin." Eun Min Ah hugs him when he enters the room. "Where have you been? Why didn't you pick up my calls? I have been so worried. Don’t do this to me, okay?"When she releases him, he bends down his head to take a look at her. Eun Min Ah is wearing lacy black lingerie that perks up her breasts. Her hair is pulled up into a ponytail. Her cheeks are flushed. The

Do Sejin steps inside. He is wearing dark faded jeans and a white t-shirt. His hair is neatly combed back, making him look a bit older."You can't come here." The Receptionist Son bumps into his back. Taking a step back, she looks apologetically at Jung Kwang-soo and Ahn Hana. "I am sorry. I tried to stop him, but he --""It's okay." Jung Kwang Soo smiles at her. "You can go. I will talk to him."The receptionist nods her head and leaves. Do Sejin closes the door behind him and walks toward Jung Kwang Soo. Ahn Hana raises her brows, waiting for what he got to say. He ignores her and walks to Jung Kwang Soo. Do Sejin bends his waist to give a deep bow to Jung Kwang Soo. "Senior Playboy, I have heard so much about you. I want to learn from your legendary ways."Jung Kwang Soo has expected him to say about the dismissal. But, he has never imagined that he would say this. He croaks, "Senior playboy?""Lawyer Ahn told me that you are a playboy. She still reminisces about her first time

[FLASHBACK: Killer's POV]***[He always felt alone]The baby in the cradle squeals happily at him. She reaches for him with her chubby arms. Her eyes are the warmest shade of brown. When he reaches for her hand that has been trying to reach him, she catches it."Isn't she cute?" His mother smiles at him. He shrugs. "She likes you." His mother coos to him. "Her name is Hana."[Until he met her.]Hana. That name etches itself on his heart like thorny vines. The baby hasn't let go of his finger. His mother goes back to Hana's mother and other women, laughing and talking about their daily lives. Hana's father is reading his case file, not paying attention to the women's prattles. It's Hana's 100th-day celebration, but only a few relatives and some close friends of Hana's mother are invited. "She is an exact copy of her father." He hears his mother say to Hana’s mother and laugh. "She is going to be smart like him. I just have a feeling.""You think?" Hana's mother asks, excited."It's