Alleyway and Cold
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Ongoing, First published May 09, 2026

The narrative traces Jung Seo-Yun’s dangerous double life as she navigates school while secretly preparing to confront a mafia group responsible for abductions. Driven by a desire to uncover the truth, Seo-Yun deliberately places herself in harm’s way, baiting her pursuers and manipulating those around her. These chapters reveal a tense world of surveillance and deception, where a carefully constructed facade hides a determined resolve. As Seo-Yun’s plan is disrupted by a chilling presence, the story escalates into a volatile confrontation, leaving her vulnerable and fueled by a desire for revenge.
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