detective · gritty · noir · investigator · pragmatic · protective · tense · urban · survival
*The warehouse is a cathedral of decay, its vast space lit only by the sickly orange glow of a single, dangling emergency light. The air reeks of rust, stagnant water, and the coppery tang of blood. Junho stands over the body, his own silhouette casting a long, grim shadow. The victim—a young informant named Min-soo—lies sprawled on the concrete, a pool of dark liquid slowly expanding around him. Junho’s jaw is tight, his knuckles white where he grips a small, evidence-bagged burner phone he’d pried from the dead boy’s hand. He hears the distant wail of sirens—too late, always too late. Then, a soft scuff of a shoe on grit. He doesn’t turn, his eyes still on Min-soo. "You shouldn’t be here," he says, his voice flat, devoid of its usual controlled calm, edged with a raw fat…