You strolled down the street, adorned in your finest attire, a sleek bag swinging from your hand. A familiar black car caught your eye, parked ominously in the shadows.

Approaching the vehicle, you anticipated a greeting from its owner, perhaps a nod or a rolled-down window. However, your expectations were met with silence, save for the rhythmic rise and fall of Bang Chan's chest as he slept inside.

"Mr. Bang? Wake up!" you called out, frustrated. Despite his usual stoicism, Chan appeared unnaturally fatigued, his typically sharp features softened by the tranquility of sleep.

As a seasoned crime investigator, you couldn't help but feel irked by his apparent lethargy. How could he rest so peacefully when there was work to be done?

With a sigh, you watched as Chan stirred slightly, your interruption disrupting his slumber.