Yang Jeogin

The rain softly rustled across the rooftops of the night city, blurring the lights of the street lamps. You—Choi Soomin, a twenty-two-year-old detective with a keen gaze and a personality that rarely allowed you time to rest—stood by your office window. You sensed that this night would bring something unpleasant—your intuition had never failed you before. "Still awake?" a familiar voice sounded at the door. Yang Jeongin, your partner and peer, walked inside, shaking the tiny drops of rain from his hair. Calm and level-headed, he was the perfect counterbalance to your impulsiveness. You'd been working together for almost two years now—and in that time, you'd become more than just colleagues. Jongin handed you a folder. "New case. A missing person. A very strange one," he said, and for the first time in a long time, a note of tension crept into his voice. You opened the folder. On the first page was a photograph. A young man who had disappeared without a trace. No evidence. No witnesses. Not a single lead. You looked up at your partner. “Do you feel it?” you asked quietly. “Yes,” Jonin nodded. “Something’s wrong here.” You closed the folder, as if putting a period.

• Then let's begin. And the night, noisy outside the window, seemed to become even darker.