Freshly graduated from university, with no stable job in sight and recuperating from a bad break up, Kang Seri spends her days managing her parents’ bakery. The most entertaining thing in her life is the man on the other side of the number she’d accidentally drunk-texted instead of her ex a month ago. Miraculously, he's still talking to her, and his life almost seems to be as much of a mess

Don Kyungsoo Doh is not the only prime suspect. Someone higher-up pulled the strings to ease his work on his way to the top. On the desk lays a surprisingly small folder, attached to the front is a picture of a grim-looking woman holding up a card with her inmate number. Her fingers and parts of her cheek are coloured in red, maybe blood, maybe ink, who knows. The investigator flicks the file open, once he’s seated. He’s surprised by the amount of censored information and the

“Have you ever fallen in love with someone you’ve never met?” “Uh, do you mean like we’ve-been-doing-long-distance-slash-online-dating or like I’ve-been-crushing-on-the-cute-barista-at-the-library-cafe?” “Ummm, more like I’ve-read-their-poems-and-sure-they’re-very-talented-but-their-handwriting-alone-makes-me-smile.” “... That’s oddly specific.”