A few days after the office escapade, the time came for the family’s annual trip—a tradition that happened once or twice a year to keep up appearances of unity. This time, they chose a secluded luxury resort nestled in the misty hills, surrounded by dense woods, sparkling lakes, and rolling green landscapes. It was the kind of place where the air smelled like pine and freedom, far from the prying eyes of Seoul’s elite circles. They packed light—designer luggage for Hana’s endless outfits, Minjun’s work gadgets despite the “vacation,” and Tae’s slutty little dresses that Kook had “helped” her pick out.

The drive was long but scenic, winding roads cutting through the countryside.