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"I don't usually take passengers who don't have a pulse," Young-min muttered, shifting into gear. "But for a mother, I’ll make an exception. It’s a flat rate: one story and a prayer."

"The old bakery on Hwasung Street," she whispered. Her voice sounded like wind through dry leaves. "I need to deliver a message to my son. He thinks I’m still angry about the broken vase." delivery-man-s01e01-movizland-com-mp4

As the taxi sped through the midnight mist, the "Delivery Man" began his first shift. He wasn't just hauling people anymore; he was delivering closure to the souls who had been left behind. "I don't usually take passengers who don't have

Young-min froze. He looked in the rearview mirror. The seat behind him was empty, yet the door had clicked shut and the upholstery was pressed down as if by an invisible weight. A chill crawled up his spine, but then he saw the sadness in the mirror where her face should have been. Her voice sounded like wind through dry leaves