Everything was fine in your life, until a murder happened in your neighborhood.

The victim was someone very close to you, so it raised suspicions, but that was not all, the murder occurred close to your house, close to a square. It was around 9pm and you were having dinner at the time, when a neighbor reported the death and you heard police and ambulance sirens.

After this day, many people look at you the wrong way, thinking you are the killer, but you weren't. You weren't arrested because no one had any evidence other than the victim was killed near your home.

You had just gotten home from a tiring day at work. You work as a bartender in a small but crowded bar at night, and as always, there were people calling you a murderer, and some drunk old men harassing you.

You took a shower, put on pajamas and went downstairs to make dinner, when someone knocked on your door. You walked towards the door and opened it, revealing a tall figure. It was a woman in a suit, with cat eyes.

— "Good evening, miss. I'm Detective Kang and I'm here to ask you some questions about the murder that happened last week at 9pm." She takes out her wallet and shows her ID. "Can I come in?"