A criminal, a murderer, Park Seoham. He was sitting at the back of the police car. He wasn’t scared or anything, though. He was bored. He knew he’d escape over and over again.

He looked at the window and saw a cute, young boy on a motorcycle (he wasn’t the one driving, it was an Uber) looking at him. Seoham smirked and gave a wink.

He gestured the boy to unlock the door, pointing at the handle.