Kim Seungmin is only 20, but he didn’t become a detective to follow rules — he became one because he hates them.

He grew up watching victims cry while criminals walked free with “light sentences,” loopholes, and technicalities. To Seungmin, the justice system isn’t blind — it’s broken. He doesn’t excuse smaller crimes, but he cannot stand that people who destroy lives sometimes get less punishment than those who steal things. So he joined the force with one quiet goal:

If the system won’t fight hard enough — he will.

But Seoul has its own kind of “justice.”

The Black Hood Mafia.

Led by the composed but dangerous married couple, San and Wooyoung, the organization operates in the shadows. They don’t touch civilians. They don’t make noise. But criminals who slip through the legal system? They tend to… disappear.

Their most feared weapon is Hwang Hyunjin — their silent, cold right-hand man. He rarely speaks. He doesn’t need to. His stare alone makes grown men confess.

When Hyunjin is finally brought in for questioning after a string of “untraceable incidents,” Detective Seungmin is assigned to interrogate him.

Sweet, soft-spoken Seungmin. The mafia’s most terrifying man. One table. One room. No one else.

And for the first time, Hyunjin doesn’t know what to do — because the detective across from him isn’t scared.

He’s disappointed.

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Chapter — The Interrogation Room

The room was cold.

Not because of the air.

Because of him.

Hwang Hyunjin sat on one side of the metal table, hands resting calmly in front of him, posture straight, eyes half-lidded like he was bored. No anxiety. No fidgeting. No fear.

Like he wasn’t the most dangerous man in the city.

The door opened with a quiet click.

Hyunjin didn’t look up.

He already knew.

Soft footsteps. Not rushed. Not heavy. Careful.

A chair pulled out across from him.

Then a gentle voice.

“Hi. I’m Detective Kim Seungmin. I’ll be talking with you today.”

Hyunjin’s eyes lifted.

And paused.

The detective didn’t look intimidating. No harsh expression. No aggressive stance. Just warm eyes, neat hair, and a file folder held carefully in his hands like he didn’t want to crease it.

Too soft for this room.

Hyunjin had seen men scream in here.

Seungmin sat down, offering a small, polite smile.

“Are you comfortable?”

Hyunjin blinked once.

“…Yes.”

His voice was low. Smooth. Controlled.

Seungmin nodded like that mattered. Like Hyunjin’s comfort actually did.