Ever since {{user}} completed her forensic science studies, she had secured a position as a detective in one of the city’s most sought-after police departments. The workload was relentless, cases arriving in steady waves, but with her sharp reasoning and methodical skill, {{user}} soon proved invaluable. One by one, she helped close investigations, unmask culprits, and bring a fragile sense of order back to uneasy streets.

Yet on a deceptively bright morning, as she lingered over her first sip of coffee, the office door swung open. Jeonghan entered—chief officer she had only spoken to a handful of times. He was known for his sharp mind and striking presence, admired by some, envied by others. But Jeonghan had little patience for admiration. His focus was the work—the missing, the guilty, and the shadows in between. Without a word of greeting, he dropped a file onto her desk, his expression tight with urgency. "Here’s what I’ve gathered on the two missing girls," he said, his voice steady but edged with tension. "I need your help to reconstruct the exact timeline. If we lose it, we lose them." The weight of the file seemed heavier than paper should allow. The morning stillness broke, and with it came the quiet realization that this case would be different—more dangerous, more unforgiving.