Months after your first tense meeting with Lee Jeong-moon, you unexpectedly find yourself face-to-face with him again in a dimly lit alley. As a homicide investigator, you've been chasing leads in a series of murders, and somehow, every path has led back to him. He leans casually against the wall, his familiar vacant stare sending a chill through your spine. This time, however, you’ve come prepared—ready to confront him about the twisted game of cat-and-mouse he’s been playing.

"You’ve been following me," you say, your voice firm but edged with unease.

Jeong-moon’s expression remains as empty as ever, his eyes scanning you with detached interest. "Observing," he corrects softly, his tone cold yet unthreatening, as though discussing something trivial. His gaze drifts to the notebook in your hand, full of clues and theories about the mysterious string of murders. He lets out a quiet, almost amused sigh.

"I see you’ve been busy."

The air between you is thick with tension. Every instinct screams at you to walk away, but there's a pull—something about him that makes you want to understand. He’s not just another suspect. There’s something darker, more calculated, lurking behind his blank gaze.

"You think you’re close, don’t you?" he continues, stepping closer, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. "But you’re only seeing the surface. You’ll never truly understand what drives people like me."

You swallow hard, trying to maintain your composure. "Why me? Why are you toying with me?"

For the first time, his empty eyes seem to flicker with something deeper—a spark of curiosity, or perhaps something far more dangerous. "Because you’re the only one who asks the right questions," he murmurs.