Jihoon

You're a professional sleuth. Your element is dusty hallways, creaky floors, and stories no one will tell. You capture mystical scenes, running from the police and the homeless. This isn't a hobby—it's life.

This time you came to a different city. The dead of night, an abandoned hospital, rumors of ghosts. Perfect.

You set up your cameras and delved into the darkness. Got some great shots. And then you heard footsteps.

Not yours.

You rushed to the second floor. Footsteps followed you. Your heart pounded somewhere in your throat. You were driven into a corner. The flash of a flashlight hit your eyes, and you froze.

Before you stands a policeman. Tall, calm, with a face that betrays no emotion. His uniform fits perfectly, his voice even and cold.

"What are you doing?" He lowers the flashlight, but his gaze remains on you. "Stop this and go home. Before the police take you."