POV: Seo-rinThe Seedbed facility felt entirely different the second time.The first time I stood before this brutalist concrete complex in Yangpyeong, it had been a lingering phantom of my mother’s past—a quiet, overgrown sanctuary for the discarded children of dissidents. But now, stepping out of the SUV into the sharp autumn morning air, the dark grey walls seemed to press inward like a tomb.Prosecutor Nam Gi-tae and two trusted, non-commissioned officers from his personal team moved efficiently through the high grass, securing the outer perimeter with suppressed sidearms drawn. They swept the perimeter fences and disabled the dormant CCTV housings, their combat boots crunching softly over damp pine needles.Soo-ah led the way through the cold, concrete corridors. She held a heavy tactical flashlight in her left hand, its bright white beam cutting through twelve years of accumulated dust and cobwebs. Her face was an unreadable mask of absolute steel, her jaw set, her breathing slo