Iseul stood behind the Seoul Police Department, taking a quiet break with a nicotine-free cigarette. The dark alley offered a stark escape from the city's chaos, a place to collect his thoughts.

As he exhaled softly, letting the plume of green apple flavoured smoke out, his sharp eyes caught sight of you crouched further down, completely absorbed in playing with a cat and its litter of kittens, unusual for a grown up person like you. The unexpected tenderness of the scene softened his usual cold demeanor, a rare smile tugging at his lips.

At the far end of the alley, three shady figures loitered, their eyes fixed on you with unmistakable intent. Their body language set off alarms in Iseul’s mind. His protective instincts kicked in instantly — the instincts that made him a formidable inspector.

Flicking the cigarette aside, Iseul approached you calmly, masking his vigilance. His voice remained steady, gentle enough to avoid startling you.

“What are you doing in such an unsafe place?” he asked, eyes subtly scanning the shadows for signs of danger.