Youngni recited Shin Hyesung’s profile once again. Shin Hyesung. 35 years old. Police Line Do Not Cross. Wait. Her eyes widened at the glimpse of yellow tape in the distance. The small crowd grew within seconds. Youngni shoved her phone into the back pocket of her ripped jean short and sprinted to join the crowd. The front-row belonged to her. She took a breath and shoved herself amid the push and pull. As the crowd grew, they helped push her forward. With her petite body, she slid through the cracks and spaces.

“Back up. Everyone please back up.”

  Just keep pushing. Just a little more. One. Two. Yes. The officers on the other side of the tape extended their arms to block the crowd from crossing to the crime scene. The crowd pushed harder. It felt like a giant vacuum with immense ability fought her for air. It was unpleasant to be stretched. They pushed. They pulled. She moved back. She moved forward. Her feet were off the ground, and the force of bodies carried her forward. A loud whistle rang in the air, and everyone dispersed for a second before they pushed her forward. Youngni flew over the yellow tape and landed flat on her stomach. What an embarrassing moment in front of the crowd, officers, everything, and everyone.

“Miss?”

Youngni opened one eye. A pair of black tactical boot. She shut her eyes again. Uh. How embarrassing.

“Miss?”

Leave her alone. Just leave and she would leave by herself. She was in the wrong.

The person kneeled and casted a shade over her head. “Miss, you have passed the yellow tape.”

A male? Did he think she didn’t know that she did? Damn the crowd for pushing. Stupid her for being curious. He wasn’t going to leave, so she swung herself upright. He swiftly leaned back in time to dodge her uppercut. That was close, he puffed. His eyes refocused and settled on a pair of astonished eyes. He blinked and focused on her face. She rather had small features, he found them adorable. The size of her head,