He rises from the shadows, slowly. His eyes scan the room with frightened eyes. His comrades egg him on shamelessly and beneath their jeering cries, he takes up a knife.

           It goes in smoothly, just at the right spot. He loves this little lethal dagger. A sudden gush of blood spurts out of the wound and covers his gloved hands. He frowns and then laughs. Caught red-handed, almost literally – except that he isn’t about to get caught and he is more red-gloved than anything else. A sudden breath of air sweeps over his sweaty forehead. He looks up sharply. The window has been open the entire while. He freezes for a second and worries if anyone from the neighbouring building could have seen anything. He notices the light go off. He watches the vague outline of a woman retreat from the window. He slaps his bloodied gloves to his forehead. He swears.

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Superintendent Oh Sehun

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Inspector Kim Jongin

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Dr. Lay Yixing

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A mysterious, noctural visitor

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A smiling, eager neighbour

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A beautiful stabbed woman

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An uncaring millionare-husband

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A cold-blooded murderer

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