> I’d wanted to hear the story from Edwin himself. The one time we Skyped, he’d been in a hotel room in South Korea. Eight minutes into our call, he signed off

> I’d wanted to hear the story from Edwin himself. The one time we Skyped, he’d been in a hotel room in South Korea. Eight minutes into our call, he signed off with a smile and a peace sign. After that we chatted sporadically over WhatsApp. His final messages were laced with despair. “I don’t like it here,” he wrote, and “They’ve got guns”, and “I want to get out of here ASAP.” He stopped responding to my questions about KPN. A few days later I was contacted by a source. “Did you hear about Edwin?” He’d been found dead in a hotel bathtub, not far from Seoul’s international airport. The door of his room had been barricaded from the inside with furniture and pillows. Wow, that's intense.