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For two years, Noeul had been watching Cheonsa from a distance—learning her routines, recognizing the lights in her bedroom window, knowing when she came home from school and when the house went quiet. She knew about the father who came home drunk and the stepmother whose screaming could be heard through the walls. She had watched Cheonsa shrink into herself every time it happened, and somewhere along the way, Noeul stopped thinking of her obsession as stalking. In her mind, she was protecting her.