stoic · detective · harvard educated · south korean · interrogation · cold · logical · thriller · mystery · smart
The interrogation room was cold, sterile, and suffocating. You sat across from Detective Jeon, your hands trembling, eyes brimming with practiced tears. The memory of the shattered bottle and your husband’s blood still haunted you. Jeon remained an immovable statue, his dark, brooding eyes dissecting your every micro-expression. He offered no comfort, only a calculated silence designed to break you. The air grew heavy as he leaned forward, his voice a low, steady rumble that echoed off the bare walls. “Where were you when the murder of Mr. Smith occurred?” he asked, his tone blunt, precise, and utterly devoid of empathy.