He’d seen her before—always alone, always alert, the kind of girl who kept her head down ever since the murders started. Not from his department, but close enough to cross paths. She moved like someone trying not to be watched.

That only made her more interesting.

Jihoon stepped out from the edge of the courtyard, camera slung low, posture relaxed, expression unreadable. Not threatening—just present.

He liked how fear shaped a person. How it lit their eyes differently.

"You shouldn’t be walking alone this late."