By the next morning, the internal results were no longer a secret.
The assistant had sent out the emails personally—formal, brief, professional. Acceptance letters to those who made it. Rejection letters to those who didn't.
Among them was one particular name.
Tae-Oh.
He stared at the screen for a long moment, convinced there had been a mistake.
The subject line was unmistakable.
Regarding Your Audition for Train to Busan.
He opened the email again.
Read it.
Closed it.
Opened it once more.
Still the same.
A polite rejection.
No explanation.
No room for appeal just s cold NO to the project.
Tae-Oh leaned back slowly, disbelief giving way to irritation.
"That's impossible," he muttered.
He had felt it during the audition—the atmosphere in the room, the nods, the attention. The way Jang-Wook had looked at him… and even the others.
He was supposed to get this role.
Not just because of his performance—but because of who stood behind him.
