Television series

My Name

Name: My Name
Genre: Drama, Action, Crime
Released: 2021
Cast: Han So Hee, Park Hui Sun, An Bo Hyeon

My Name is a lean, brutal revenge thriller: Han So Hee's grief hardens into cold, methodical violence as she goes undercover at her patron's command, blurring loyalty and betrayal beneath fluorescent precinct lights. It's less mystery than descent—gorgeous fight choreography, moral rot creeping in scene by scene. Watch it for the visceral action and the slow horror of watching someone become exactly what she despises.

TVMaze rating

7.5

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