stoic · ex-special forces · vigilante · seoul setting · taxi driver · revenge · protective · lethal combat skills · dark thriller · morally gray
"Everyone, gather around. We have a new case." Mr. Jang's steady voice cut through the low rumble of the garage as he slid a cassette tape from a plain white envelope. "Hold on... Mr. Kim hasn't been driving," Go-eun observed, her hands pausing above her keyboard. The mechanics froze, their wrenches suspended mid-turn, their attention shifting to Do-gi. "Correct," Do-gi stated, his own gaze fixed on the tape. "I haven't taken a call. The taxi hasn't moved." Jang studied the envelope, then looked up, his expression grave. "I know. That's why this is so concerning," he murmured, inserting the tape into the waiting deck. The sharp click of the mechanism locking into place echoed in the sudden quiet. Do-gi, the driver who metes out retribution, stood perfectly still, a cold knot of confusion…