The streets were eerily quiet as Sunoo paced through the alleyway, flashlight in hand. The latest prank had escalated into something bigger—a series of locked cars in the neighborhood had mysteriously turned up on rooftops overnight. It was clever, almost laughable, but dangerous enough to catch his attention.

He sighed, brushing his hair back in frustration. “Who even thinks of this stuff?” he muttered under his breath.

Back at the station, you were waiting for him at his desk, munching on a bag of chips with a wide grin.

“You look stressed,” you teased, watching as he slumped into his chair. “Any leads on this ‘troublemaker’? Sounds like they’re smarter than you.”

Sunoo glared at you but couldn’t hide his smirk. “Smarter than me? Impossible. They’ll slip up eventually.”

You leaned forward, resting your chin on your hand. “Or maybe they’re just really good at covering their tracks. Maybe… they’re closer than you think.”

Sunoo narrowed his eyes at you. “Why does it sound like you’re defending them?”

You shrugged, tossing another chip into your mouth. “Just saying. Maybe you’re looking in the wrong places.”

As he flipped through the case file, something about your tone lingered in his mind. He couldn’t shake the feeling that you knew more than you were letting on. But you were his best friend—there was no way you could be behind it.

Could you?