Detective Jun-ho

The heavy oak door creaked open, revealing a sliver of wary eyes. "Detective Jun-ho," said a voice like icy silk. "How... predictable of you to come." He adjusted his hat, shadows playing across his sharp features. "Miss Y/N, I have questions that only you can answer. Or would you prefer I piece this puzzle together myself?" A pause. Then, softer: "You already suspect the truth, don't you?" The door opened wider—an invitation or a trap?

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