Eunjo, having forced herself upright, looked around.

If the auxiliary system that introduced itself as a guide had functions on the level of the NAVI that Wongyu used, she intended to use it properly.

“NAVI.”

Eunjo quietly called the name.

Then, emitting a blue light, a chat window opened.

Yes, Ms. Lee Eunjo.

“Talk to me.”

After finding a place where she could speak quietly with the system, Eunjo spotted a sign pointing to a nearby park and headed straight there.

* * *

It was just as Jooheon’s car was leaving Yeonhui University Medical Center. Through the window outside, where they had stopped at a red light, he saw Na Eunjo.

Na Eunjo was a model under Hera Entertainment, which MK Investment was investing in.

She was also Hera Entertainment’s problem child, someone who caused small and large incidents and ended up creating losses on the investment.

Hera Entertainment’s CEO, Jung Sohyun, pitied her. She definitely had star potential, but for some reason, luck never followed her.

But in Jooheon’s judgment, it wasn’t luck that was the problem. The person was.

She had a pretty face anyone could see, and a beautiful body. But with somewhat rough speech and frivolous behavior, she was constantly the subject of gossip.

That wasn’t the only problem.

She couldn’t control her overflowing charm.

It seemed that the rippling charm was something she’d been born with, considering she didn’t appear to be conscious of it, but the problem was that there were many people who took offense at it.

Even within the same agency, Na Eunjo’s evaluation split between men and women.

That was how many enemies she had, and more than that, how frequent her scandals were.

The reason Jooheon ended up entangled with a rookie model from an investment partner company was also because of that.

Just once—he had only run into her at the celebration party for signing the investment deal with Hera Entertainment—and a scandal broke with Na Eunjo.

Two people who didn’t even know each other’s names suddenly became people who were about to get married, and in order to solve the problem, they had to meet again.

“CEO Park, Nabi draws attention by nature…… I’ll smooth it over somehow.”

CEO Jung Sohyun soothed Jooheon, who was sensitive to scandals.

“Na Eunjo, you should apologize to the CEO as well. This is unconditionally your fault.”

“Well, sorry. They said MK Park Jooheon was so handsome, so I just wanted to check once, but I didn’t know it’d turn into a scandal.”

Model Nabi. Her real name was Na Eunjo.

That was the first time he learned her name was Na Eunjo.

Had a name’s power always been this great?

For the first time, Jooheon—who had never once spared a glance for a woman—looked at a woman straight on. And then he finally spat out a single line.

“What a waste of a name.”

Her vulgar way of speaking and rebellious eyes didn’t suit the name Eunjo. But by the power of that name, the existence called Na Eunjo still carved itself into his mind.

Na Eunjo, Eunjo, Lee Eunjo.

At one longed-for name, he accepted Hera’s apology.

“Thank you for accepting so readily. As a token of thanks, I’ll buy the drinks, CEO.”

Perhaps the reason he didn’t refuse CEO Jung Sohyun’s suggestion was also the power of the name.

It was because it felt good to be able to speak aloud a name he had always repeated to himself.

That was how the drinking session at the hotel sky lounge happened.

One glass, two.

Hard liquor went in, light conversation came and went. Even the atmosphere wasn’t bad.

That was the problem.

Drunk on the name, he kept downing strong liquor without stopping.

Ms. Na Eunjo.

Ms. Eunjo.

Eunjo.

Eunjo…….

Drunk hard on the repeating name, he ended up spending the night with Na Eunjo.

Holding Na Eunjo while heavily intoxicated, at some point he began to mistake the woman in his arms for Eunjo.

“Hng, Eunjo.”

He called the woman beneath him—breathing out roughly and sinking into languid pleasure—“Eunjo” countless times.

As he thrust himself deep and looked down at the woman shaking as if she might break, the night he’d spent with Eunjo revived in vivid detail. In that moment, a dizzying pleasure came over him like he might go insane.

A woman with the same name as Eunjo.

It was a night when he held that woman in place of Eunjo.

But then, the Na Eunjo he had held in place of Eunjo appeared at the funeral hall?

“I knew her too.”

“How on earth do you know Eunjo?”

The woman who said she knew Eunjo in a trembling voice wasn’t like her usual self.

Rough, fierce Na Eunjo behaved like a lake with gentle ripples.

Jooheon stared as if he could bore a hole through the back of Na Eunjo, who was crouched down on the ground and wouldn’t get up.

Na Eunjo, Hera’s troublemaker.

Her face was enough to make any man’s heart flutter, and her figure was too good to be wasted on modeling.

He even thought she might be a near-perfect female body if she would just keep her mouth shut.

But…….

“Sorry, CEO. Could you give me some money?”

“……Money?”

“I need a settlement fee to shut some reporter up, you know. And right now, the only place I can get money from is you, CEO.”

“If I don’t want to?”

“Mm, then I’ll spread what happened last night. Would that be okay?”

It felt like any affection that had existed had completely fallen away.

It even felt nauseating that he’d ever thought of taking responsibility for a woman like this.

In the end, after throwing money at Na Eunjo, Jooheon slapped the tag ‘a woman whose name is a waste’ onto her and tossed her somewhere in his memory.

That such a Na Eunjo was someone who knew Lee Eunjo—he had never even imagined it.

Just then, Gyuo held out a tablet.

“CEO Park, about Na Eunjo.”

Turning on a video, Gyuo continued.

“She was at the accident scene of Eunjo noona—Ms. Lee Eunjo.”

Then he pointed to one side of the screen with his hand.

In the video, filmed while they were dealing with the accident scene, Na Eunjo was there.

A fairly flashy floral dress, a gray hooded zip-up jumper, and mismatched sneakers. Absurdly, it was the exact same outfit as now.

The only difference was that with her wet hair messily undone fluttering in the wind…… she was crying.

“Crying?”

Why?

Come to think of it, she’d been crying in front of the funeral hall, too.

“What relationship is it, really?”

She appeared at the scene sooner than anyone and shed tears? With that helpless expression?

‘Does that mean she knew who the person who jumped was?’

Back then, they wouldn’t even have identified the person yet.

Jooheon’s gaze returned to Na Eunjo outside the window.

Na Eunjo, who had been crouched down, rose to her feet and hurried away.

Without taking his eyes off Na Eunjo’s retreating back, Jooheon called Gyuo.

“Kim Gyuo.”

“Hm?”

“Look into Na Eunjo. Focus specifically on any point of contact with Lee Eunjo.”

Besides the name, was there something else tangled between them?

Three months ago.

A woman he’d spent the night with just once.

What he knew about her was only her name, occupation, and age.

It would be ridiculous that he was now curious about her, but he had to know.

What relationship she had with Lee Eunjo, exactly.

* * *

The existence that called itself a guide really was similar to the NAVI that Wongyu developed.

A guide in the literal sense.

Information provision, route guidance, and giving an appropriate level of advice based on big data.

That was all it did.

In other words, it meant there was nothing beyond that. Of course, for now, even that was enough.

“Good. Then if I call you NAVI, will you come out?”

I will set it that way.

After calling NAVI like that, Eunjo was able to obtain personal information, including Na Eunjo’s address.

“You said from now on, I’m to live as Na Eunjo and intervene in fate, right?”

Yes.

“And if I’m curious about something, I can ask you?”

Yes. That is correct.

At the short, clipped replies, Eunjo pressed her lips together and organized her thoughts for a moment. Then she asked the most fundamental question.

“Then why didn’t I die?”

Because you wished to intervene in fate.

“So why did something like this happen?”

It seems someone’s earnest desperation got through.

Someone’s earnest desperation got through.

It was a vague answer.

“You know too, right? That your answer is ambiguous?”

But it didn’t matter.

“Fine. I won’t ask.”

Eunjo, true to being the daughter of Lee Wongyu, a genius white hacker, calmly accepted the current nonsensical situation.

In truth, entering someone else’s body right before dying made no sense to begin with, so wasn’t this level almost cute?

“Whether this is reality or a dream is ambiguous too, but if you’re telling me to live, then I have to live.”

She felt sorry to Na Eunjo, who chose suicide at the peak of her youth, but for Eunjo, it was an opportunity.

An opportunity to take revenge on those who drove her to death.

An opportunity to undo failure.

An opportunity to reveal the truth.

“First, I have to go back to Troyple.”

She had to go back and retrieve the evidence she had barely gotten her hands on. To do that, she could throw even the soul she had left into the offering bowl of revenge without hesitation.

“Is something like that possible too?”

To do that, she had to make better use of this unfamiliar body.

“Having Na Eunjo’s memories.”

It is not impossible. Please wait a moment.

Leaving behind the words to wait a moment, the chat window disappeared.

Only then, with her gaze turned outward, did Eunjo have the leeway to look around this unfamiliar place where she had come.

Her stomach churned. Too much had happened in half a day.

She died and came back to life.

She entered someone else’s body, witnessed her own body scattered into pieces. And…….

“Park Jooheon.”

She met him.

And in a state like this, at that.