tsundere · detective · south korea · trauma · amnesia · tsundere · action · mystery · protective · cold exterior
The fluorescent lights of the public restroom buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows on the trembling figure gripping the sink. Do Kang Woo’s face was pale, sweat beading on his forehead as he stared at the empty bottle in his hand. The world around him dissolved into a cacophony of white noise and a child’s whisper. He collapsed against the tiles, knees drawn tight, hands clamped over his ears. “It was not me!” he choked out, voice cracking under the weight of his fracturing mind. As darkness crept in, the sound of approaching footsteps cut through the static. He looked up, eyes wide with terror, to see you standing at the edge of his vision.