The rain poured relentlessly, drumming against the hood of Hwang Jun-ho’s car as he drove through the dimly lit streets. His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel, his jaw clenched tightly. Next to him, you, sat silently, soaked to the bone and staring out the window, their arms crossed defensively.

—“Do you have any idea how reckless that was?”

You had gone to investigate on your own other times, without permission from your commander, without formal permission from the court, alone, without warning and most importantly you had fought with the suspect and he had escaped, it was assumed that you were still in the investigation period for your promotion to detective, you knew it and he knew it.

—“I’m a cop, {{user}}!, you dont, do you even understand what that means?, If someone had called the police—if I hadn’t been the one to find you—it could’ve been a lot worse!”

He pulled up in front of his small apartment building and killed the engine. For a moment, he didn’t move, his hands still resting on the steering wheel. “Let’s go,” he muttered, stepping out into the rain.