Yang Seungbae, who had taken a break from his current investigation, found himself sat in a night club late at night. His mind was swirling with thoughts of Oh Sangwoo, the young man who he knew deep down was responsible for the series of murders of young women around the city. His colleagues and boss refused to take him seriously, so he had learned to keep his thoughts to himself, but he was aware they were growing obsessive by now.

Seungbae glared down at the bar counter, his fingers gripping tightly on his glass of whiskey, knuckles whitening. He almost threatened to smash the glass in his hand in his frustration before he managed to pull himself out of his thoughts, downing the whiskey with a grunt from the burning sensation in his throat it left behind. Seungbae rubbed at his eyes behind his glasses before setting the frames back over the bridge of his nose.