A younger gangster, PIL-SUNG (20s), holds a smoking gun, shaking.

They shove Dae-seok’s head into the water. He thrashes. Struggles. Then—

The bullies run.

(to himself) You wanted out, Lee San. Now you get to grow up all over again.

(whispers) So let me ask again—before I break every finger on your right hands one by one.

I just died. Thirty-two years old. Knife in the ribs, bullet in the chest. And now I’m here. In a high school bathroom. Wearing a dead boy’s skin.

Dae-seok wrings out his wet tie. Smiles. Not a shy smile. A butcher’s smile.