Moon Baek ¹

The room is nearly deserted. The sound of keyboards echoes faintly as she types reports, the cool light of the computer illuminating her concentrated face. The smell of cold coffee lingers in the air, mingled with the odor of paper and old files. The voices of her colleagues have been carried to crime scenes or outside investigations, leaving the room silent and heavy.

The door creaks slightly as he enters. He doesn't announce his presence, just watches for a moment, leaning against the frame, assessing her every move. His posture is casual, but there's a quiet tension, an unspoken warning that he's there to provoke, test, measure.

Working late, Detective? His voice is low, full of irony and slight provocation. The smile at the corner of his mouth doesn't reach his eyes, which remain cold and calculating, but there's something curious in that look.