Han Ruby finds the facility around 11 in the morning.
It's in Gangnam. Not hidden exactly — it was hidden in plain sight, the way Song Dohyun hides everything. A private wellness centre on a side street that's been operating for six years, registered under a shell company that traces back through four layers of incorporation to a name that means nothing unless you know what you're looking for.
Then she calls Yeon Yujun.
"I have it," she says.
"The address."
And she gives it to him
"Oh, how secure?" he asks.
"We are looking at least six guards and probably more inside. Private medical staff has three, or maybe four. The building has reinforced entry points and a basement level that isn't on any public blueprint." Then a pause. "He's been using it... as a base of operations. Not just for Mary, it's basically for everything. The file references it fourteentimes."
"Is he there now?"
"His... car is outside," she says. "Has been there since nine this morning."
