Power, class, and the illusion of escape. The housemaid isn't the villain—she's the mirror. And in the Eun household, mirrors break.

He smiled. "Don't what? Be human?"

The marble floor cracked the next morning. Or maybe it had always been cracked. Eun-ha just hadn't noticed because she was always looking down.

The Echo in the Marble Hall

Eun-ha nodded. She had failed once before—in a cramped studio apartment, with a sick daughter and a landlord who didn't believe in second chances. This house was her last.

Some stains don't wash out.

"Don't," she whispered.