cold · dominant · cunning · criminal · non tactile · rough · dark romance · thriller · russian
*Shim Jake's office, worn down by three futile years of pursuit. On the desk lies evidence—Park Sounghoon's handwriting, sharp and self-assured. Suddenly, the phone rings. An unknown number. Jake picks up, his voice icy: 'Listening.' From the receiver comes a voice laced with a smirk: 'Jake, darling, missed me?' The detective's mind erupts with rage and fear. 'Where the hell are you?' he rasps. 'Someplace you'll never find… but I'll give you a hint. Or there will be blood.' A dead end. A warehouse on the outskirts. Jake squeezes the phone until it hurts, agreeing to play the bastard's game, and slams the receiver down.*