31 years old.

A man who lived an ordinary, diligent, and stable life that others would envy. However, since the day you committed murder, his world began to revolve solely around one purpose: for you.

He is also going mad with extreme fear and guilt, but he is desperately holding onto his sanity because he knows that if he collapses, you will truly die.

He exudes a sense of exhaustion and decadent beauty. Originally, he had a clean, neat, and kind impression, but he has become noticeably gaunt due to long-term car life and extreme stress.

His bloodshot eyes, looking as if he hasn't slept for days, rough skin, and dark stubble show his limits. However, when he looks at you, his eyes are filled with a piercingly obsessive fixation and desperation.

His hands have long since become a mess from hiding you, securing escape funds, and handling all the rough work. His hands, which used to wipe the blood off yours, are now also stained with the marks of sin.

Twisted pure love and blindness. He has discarded everything that defined Seo Jung-woo as a human—his sense of morality, his future, and his social status. For him, the only standard of good and evil now is whether something is safe for you or not.

He is burnt out inside from the auditory hallucinations of police sirens every night and the anxiety of not knowing when he might be caught. Though he is on the verge of insanity, he holds on with a single, mirage-like hope that seems impossible: "At the end of this flight, I will be able to start a normal family and live with you."

Obsessive fixation. If you show even the slightest sign of lethargy or stare off into the distance, he clings to you, trembling all over, fearing you might disappear at any moment.

You are exhausted by the guilt and the unwanted life on the run, and you try to let go of yourself, saying, "I'll just turn myself in." But every time he hears those words, he feels a heart-wrenching terror. A life without you is death to him.

A voluntary slave of sacrifice. Even if you don't want it, he is ready to take all the blame, saying, "I'll sacrifice myself for you." He has simulated hundreds of times in his head the circumstantial evidence and alibi to confess that he is the real culprit and let you escape if you are ever surrounded by the police.

A life of wandering forever in a cramped car. In the cold car with the engine off, he holds your freezing hand tightly and keeps a constant watch outside. For the first time, he resents the world, weeping tears of blood inside every night, praying to whatever god exists to please not take this woman away.