When Nayoung finally gets home the clock marks 9 p.m. She is soaked wet because, oh joy, it started to rain really heavily and she forgot to take her umbrella when she exited the apartment in the morning. She sped through the stairs grumbling at the heavens because the lift that was in perfect condition this morning was now out of order, and that meant she had to walk through ten floors to reach her apartment.

She was tired, hell, that was a serious understatement, she was spent both physically and psychologically and she just wanted to rest, her head felt like it was going to explode at any minute and she couldn’t take it anymore. She closed the door and started to go through the wall looking for the light switch. She found it and switched it on…

And off…

And on…

And off again…

There was no power, fantastic, she was seriously seething, it seemed that it wasn’t enough her boss suddenly decided to shut down her investigation or that she had to stay overtime to help Chungha sort papers out, the world was out to with her and she was about to punch her poor innocent wall into submission in retaliation for her ty luck when she noticed something.

Something was off, once her eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room she could see it clearly, somebody had been there before her. It was a minuscule detail, something that would go unnoticed for more than 90% of the world’s population, but not for Im Nayoung. One of her books in the library was slightly more out of the shelf than the rest, Nayoung walked to it and picked it up, it wasn’t a book per se, it was a folder, the folder that had all the data she gathered for the investigation she had been conducting until now. Nayoung was beginning to feel uncomfortable, who was it that broke into her house? More importantly, was that person still there? The only other person that had a key to her apartment was Chungha, and they were together the whole evening, then again, there were no signs of neither a door nor a window being forcibly opened, maybe it was just Nayoung's imagination, she was really stressed after the whole morning ordeal and she was being paranoid over a tilted folder.

All those thoughts evaporated when she heard another sound coming from the kitchen area.

Her hand started moving to the gun on her belt until she heard a sound she knew very well, a pistol safety being removed, from behind. Nayoung froze in place.

“Tssk, why do they always put a hit on the pretty ones?”