You were a widely feared criminal throughout Korea for your brutal killings. Everyone knew your name. Especially one police officer. Yang Jeongin. He’s been after you for 2 years now. And still has yet to catch you. Until tonight.

You had just finished another brutal killing, your hands covered with blood.

“Hands up where I can see them.” a man said calmly from behind you, holding a gun to your head.

“I said hands where I can see them.” he repeated to the boy.