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Want to go get some fresh air?

I've got time this morning.

This phone you gave me...

There are no contacts in it.

It's completely empty.

Just like me.

You lost the purse with your old phone and wallet in it.

I think you lost it at the store where that petty thief works.

I reported it, so we should hear back.

If I committed a crime,

it's okay, so you can just tell me.

Don't listen to what those detectives were saying.

They're asking leading questions to get the answers they want.

No. When talking to the detectives,

my heart was pounding so hard I felt I had to get out of there.

There has to be a reason I feel this way.

Myo Jin, the best thing you can do right now is focus on treatment.

What does "the best thing" even mean?

You know what happened to me.

You can see how frustrated I am, so why can't you be honest with me?

I spoke with Dr. Jung.

I asked if, to help you get your memory back,

it'd be better to remember the accident,

- even just a little bit at a time. - Exactly.

That's what I've been thinking.

But she said the exact opposite.

She said talking about the accident

could actually have a negative psychological impact.

- And that would slow your recovery. - Really?

So the reason you won't tell me anything

is because it's all "for my own good"?

Think very carefully.

You're in a precarious position, Myo Jin.

If you stop trying to remember and only focus on your emotions,

things will get more complex and confusing.

That line of thinking is dangerous.

You need to see emotions as a tool.

A tool?

To regain your memories, everything becomes a tool.

Not just your own feelings, emotions, and thoughts,

but everything around you.

How far can I take that line of thought?

That depends entirely on your perspective.

When you say "tool,"

does that include my fiance?

If that's what you think, Myo Jin.

Thank you.

For the advice not to trust anyone until I get my memory back.

Whether or not to trust someone is your choice, Myo Jin,

but there's something you must remember.

- What's that? - If you don't trust them,

then they won't trust you either.

That could be my biggest

obstacle, wouldn't it?

H...

Hee Soo...

Choi Hee Soo...

263, Gahan-ro.

A little present for you.

The murder weapon was found at the villa on Jebu Island.

A weapon?

What crime?

We've been approaching this case all wrong.

I went back and looked at the initial autopsy reports.

Both victims' cause of death was listed as the fire.

Wait, that accident was ages ago. Why is this just coming out now?

Who would've ever imagined?

That someone would commit murder in that blaze.

My name is Ryu Jun Ho. I'm an architect.

I'm sorry to show up unannounced like this.

Very few senior executives know I'm the judge.

It seems we have someone with a big mouth.

And if you knew about me beforehand,

that must mean you also know the eligibility requirements.

"Must be a licensed architect in the country..."

"With over ten years of experience in architectural design."

However,

I don't meet that last requirement.

It's a project to build the biggest museum in all of Asia.

Ambition alone isn't enough for a project of this scale.

Of course. I can see why you'd think that.

As you may know,

most of the greatest architects since the 20th century

didn't produce their masterpieces until after they turned 40.

You'll have plenty of other opportunities.

If you're the one to give me that chance,

I guarantee...

I will astonish you.

I will bring you a design proposal for the museum.

If it even resembles any museum you've seen or can recall,

I will withdraw my submission on the spot.

Everyone competing has that same resolve.

And for the official review, I'll submit a different design.

And if it's not completely unlike anything you've ever seen,

you can disqualify me right then and there.

I suggest you reconsider. It's not your time yet.

Even those world-renowned architects you mentioned

were once in my shoes,

struggling to prove themselves.

Someone must have seen their worth. Right now, I

desperately need that someone.

Ryu Jun Ho?

Yes.

What's the name of your firm?

It's Mono Architecture.

Mono?

As in, the Mono I know of?

Hey! It's been forever!

Yes, it's been a while.

You know, I was really hurt by you guys.

How could you both just ghost me at the same time?

Seriously, I was pretty bummed.

No, it wasn't like that.

- I was sick, so I took time off. - Really?

Then what about the rich one?

You mean Hee Soo, right?

Of course. Who else could I mean?

The thing is,

Hee Soo got sick too. She's in the hospital.

No way. You two were so close,

and now you even get sick at the same time.

Then I guess you'll be at the studio alone for a while.

- The studio? - Yes.

Yes, you painted at the studio together every day, remember?

Aren't you on your way there now?

Your fingerprint is even registered for the door.

How could you possibly forget this place?

I got mixed up for a second.

It just came back to me.

Yes, okay.

I've never seen this painting before.

The one on the right is you, isn't it?

I see it's signed with an "H."

Your rich friend must have painted it.

I should get going. You'll be back, right?

Got a minute to talk after you're finished?

Time? What for?

- I have a question about Hee Soo. - What? Me?

You were her best friend. What could you possibly ask me?

I really have to get going.

Okay.

But this painting is really amazing.

You two are seriously talented.

I doubt you came all this way just because you missed me.

So? Is there something you wanted to ask me?

That's right. I remember.

Hee Soo.

We were definitely together.

Come on, hurry up.

Hey, isn't this wild?

Seriously, no one knows about this place.

Can you believe this?

How can a place this amazing be a secret?

You're not secretly keeping people away, are you?

I really wish I could.

I wonder if there's a way.

Just have your dad build another vacation house here.

Then this whole area would be a private beach.

Ham Myo Jin.

You're a genius.

My dad would totally do that.

Really?

Of course.

Hey, are you saying that like you know what my dad's like?

Because you sure sound like you do.

I was just kidding.

Don't you dare tell him. He'll think I'm a weirdo.

I guess he doesn't know who I am yet.

No.

I already told him all about you.

My dad said he wants to meet you too.

For real?

Yes. He wants us all to take a trip when he gets back.

That sounds fun. And I could properly say hello.

But you never know. His schedule is all over the place.

So you have no idea when he's coming back?

No. Sometimes he just shows up out of the blue.

And still no word on when he might arrive?

Hey, why are you so curious about that?

About when my dad is getting back?

You ask me every chance you get.

No, it's not that...

Let's not make things awkward between us.

I want to stay friends with you,

not your family.

What are you talking about?

Although, that would be pretty funny.

You giving me a little brother or sister.

I'd get to call you "Mom," right?

- Hey! - Mom!

- Get over here! - Mom, I want a baby brother!

Mom!

You lost the purse with your old phone and wallet in it.

I think you lost it at the store where that petty thief works.

Hey.

That woman's back.

Can we talk for a minute?

How did you find out?

That I took it.

If you hadn't listened to me, I would've gone back to the station.