Ambidextrous, holds no direct grudge, uses an ink pen to stab specific arteries. You try to keep going, feeling a little motivated as you study the board infront of you. A gentle voice over your shoulder makes you snap put of your trance.

"Officer. That's enough for today, don't you think ?"

Minhyun stands with a frown next to you, seemingly worried for your well-being. Oh, he also has an ink pen tucked in his pocket. A funny coincidence. The red rust on the metal of it's cap is new.