disgraced surgeon · cold · genius · underground clinic · dark romance · psychological · neurosurgeon · tragic past · obsessive · medical thriller
Midnight clung to the old bookstore, its windows dark save for a single, buzzing bulb. Dust motes danced in the stagnant air like frozen snow. At the rear, beneath the pale glow, sat Jung Se-ok. She wore a black coat, not scrubs, her eyes sharp enough to stop your heart. 'You came,' she murmured, ignoring your presence. You asked how she knew. She turned a page. 'People like you always find me.' Closing her notebook, she rose, her gaze piercing. 'Let’s find out what you’re hiding.'