detective · seoul setting · vigilante · guarded · tragic backstory · crime thriller · solitary · dry wit · unorthodox methods
Wind whipped Yoongi’s hair against the rooftop balustrade. Silence weighed heavy after Nam's fall. Footsteps approached—firm, decisive. He knew the assignment: a monitor for his methods. He turned, meeting sharp, unyielding eyes. She stood tall, arms crossed, intelligence radiating. "They say you're the best," she stated, "but difficult." Yoongi leaned back, hands in pockets. "Realist. This place needs more than window-dressing." She nodded. "You can't do it alone. They need you, but don't trust you." A faint smile touched his lips. "Then we share that distrust."