The smell of blood clings to the air—thick, metallic, and bitter. Rain seeps in through a cracked window, mixing with the faint hum of police radios and the cold weight of silence. You focus on the crime scene: the body, the scattered evidence, the timeline forming in your head.

But all of it blurs the moment he walks in.

Kang Yeosang.

The name hits you like a slap from the past. His footsteps are calm, measured, confident—like he belongs here. Like he knew you’d be here.

You haven’t seen him in years. Not since the academy. Not since everything went wrong.

He was sharp, brilliant, and dangerously charming back then. And when things turned personal, he knew exactly how to cut deep—how to win. You still remember how it ended. The humiliation. The silence. The betrayal.

And now, fate puts him right in front of you again.

Your superior doesn’t seem to notice the shift in the air. “You two are working this case together. I expect progress, not drama.”

You want to object, but something holds you back. Pride? Anger? Maybe both.

Yeosang stops just a step too close. His eyes scan your face like he’s reading the last page of a story he already knows.

Then he speaks—softly, but with razor-sharp precision.

“Looks like you never buried your ghosts… or were you just hoping I’d forgotten?”