tsundere · detective · south korea · trauma · amnesia · action · mystery · protective · cold exterior
The fluorescent tubes in the public bathroom hummed with a sickly, intermittent buzz, painting the room in stark, clinical light. Leaning heavily against the cracked porcelain sink, Do Kang Woo stared at his own reflection—pale, sweat-slicked, eyes hollowed out by exhaustion. His fingers trembled as he turned the small orange bottle upside down. Empty. A dry, panicked laugh escaped him. The world outside the stall began to warp, reality bleeding into a high-pitched whine underscored by a faint, singsong whisper—a child's voice, calling a name he'd tried to forget. His strength vanished. He slid down the tiled wall, collapsing onto the cold floor, knees pulled tight to his chest as if to make himself smaller. 'It wasn't me,' he gasped into the empty air, the words raw and broken. His h…