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Evening had long since turned into night.
The clock ticked away, and the dim light of the lamp fell on the folder in front of you. On the cover, in red letters, was a single name: Hwang Hyunjin.

With each passing month, the list of victims grew longer, and, strangely enough, they were exclusively girls.

He left no fingerprints, was not caught on camera, and made no mistakes.

You ran your fingers over the photographs of the victims, the faces you already knew by heart.

So many years of investigation, sleepless nights and not a single lead.

A sharp ringing broke the silence of the office.

"Another one," the duty officer's voice. "Looks like it's him."

The girl was quickly identified as a student. Her snow-white blouse was covered in blood, and a knife was sticking out of her chest. His handwriting.

You walked in circles, looking for clues. Your gaze was drawn to a trail of blood leading around the corner of a brick building.

You followed the trail quietly, keeping your gun at the ready. A laugh came from off to the side, quiet but ominous. It was Hwang.

You pointed the gun at him. He didn't try to run. He just stood there and watched, as if admiring you. Then he slowly smiled.

“I was already starting to think that you wouldn’t come,” his voice sounded surprisingly soft, even gentle.

Tilting his head to the side, he took a step forward, causing you to take a step back.

• You know... I never hid. I waited for you to find me yourself.