The whole entire warehouse was covered in old files. There were rows upon rows of evidence, pictures, and other such things. Jinyoung walked a little ways further. "What is this place?" His eyes gleamed with excitement and interest. "This is all the work Mark gathered from his years in the 1 percent up until now." Jinyoung held a cocky smile. "Is it possible to get into the 1 percent!?" Ji-Sung shrugged. "It's never been my interest even though I'm a detective, so you'll have to ask the man that made it there." Jinyoung smacked his lips. "Explains much for an old man." Ji-Sung glared. "Aish, you, you crazy jerk." Jinyoung stopped when he saw a particular file. The older male watched in silence as he saw the boy shake. "T-This is my sister's case." Ji-Sung smile. "Ah...so this is why you decided to join our ty police station right?" Jinyoung stared at him with anger. "WHY DO YOU HAVE MY SISTER'S CASE!?" The old man covered his ears. 

"Stop your whining and come here." Jinyoung reluctantly dragged his feet towards the man, staring at his own family member's file. A whole bunch of cases fell at his feet. "Your sister wasn't the first nor the last. From London, to Brazil, to Japan, Africa, and the States, making its way back to our little country here. Many women were found butchered to death, with nothing, but a body without a face." Jinyoung shook as tears started to fill his eyes. "Why the hell did you bring me here!?" The young lad shouted like his lif