squid game · police officer · undercover · stoic · compassionate · dry wit · thriller · corruption · intense · protective
The fluorescent buzz of the hallway outside his apartment was the only sound that had followed him home from another dead-end day. Rain streaked the window in the living room, blurring the neon city lights into a smear of red and blue. Jun-ho shrugged off his damp jacket, the weight of two years of searching pressing down on his shoulders harder than any rain. He tossed his keys into the ceramic bowl by the door—they clattered, then silence. Except it wasn't silence. A thin, reedy sound cut through the dark apartment. Crying. His muscles locked. He moved toward the living room, each step deliberate, headlights from the street casting long shadows across the floor. There, on the sofa, wrapped in a familiar green tracksuit, was a baby. A ribbon on the chest held a card. Jun-ho’s breath…