TOP: The library desk. The will document is spread open — Section Three visible, the precise handwriting. Joon-Ho's pale hand resting on the margin of the page. The room is the same candlelit library. It is evening. TOP of will document sho

TOP: Joon-Ho at the library desk, Envelope One open, the letter unfolded and held in his hands. His expression while reading: attentive, slightly reluctant, the face of someone consuming information they'd rather not need. Candlelight on hi

TOP: Wide shot of Count Marren's dining hall — a long dark wood table with twenty seats, most filled with minor nobility in formal attire. Multiple candelabras, warm light, the buzz of polite conversation. The hall is not grand but it is re

TOP: The far end of the dinner table. Joon-Ho pulling out a chair and sitting down next to a young man — Casian, late twenties, well-dressed in quality dark fabric, the comfortable posture of someone secure in their position. He looks at Jo

TOP: The far end of the table. The man in grey — Orven — is visible now: unremarkable features, smooth composed face, sitting with the patient stillness of someone at their station. His hands are on the table, relaxed. He is watching the ro

TOP: Casian writing on a small visiting card, handing it to Joon-Ho — an address, a meeting time. Casian's face shows a cautious but real interest; he is willing to be convinced. Joon-Ho receives it with a nod and the half-smile. This looks

Wide shot of the narrow lane behind Count Marren's house. Night. Wet cobblestones, black and slick, reflecting the single lamp at the far end of the lane. High stone walls on both sides. No other people visible. Joon-Ho walking alone, hands

Full-bleed. Night lane. Joon-Ho from behind, down on one knee, both hands dropping toward the cobblestones — the involuntary drop of a body that has taken damage and is processing it. His coat is dark; the blood is darker. One of his hands

TOP: Joon-Ho's perspective looking down — the wet cobblestones, his own hand pressed flat against his left side below the ribs, the dark stain spreading through the cream shirt visible at his wrist. His other hand is down on the cobblestone

TOP: The lane. Aldric arriving — he is not running but moving with purposeful efficiency, crouching down beside Joon-Ho on the wet cobblestones without hesitation. His hands are already going to assess the wound. He is wearing his navy unif

TOP: Aldric carrying Joon-Ho — Joon-Ho's arm over Aldric's broad shoulders, half of his weight being taken. Joon-Ho's face is down and to one side, half-conscious, eyes unfocused. The lane is still quiet and empty. Aldric moves with steady

Wide shot of the household kitchen at night. A single oil lamp burning on the counter. Aldric at work — his large hands methodical, the gauze and pine-resin and dried herbs spread on the table beside him. Joon-Ho lies on the kitchen table,

The bedroom, grey morning light through the narrow window. The nightstand: the will document lying open, the pages slightly crumpled at the edges from being carried in a coat pocket. Beside it, the three sealed envelopes — Two and Three sti