Looking down at my handcuffs, the only thought that crossed my mind is 'what the hell did I do'?

The long, nauseating 4-hour drive from Mokpo to Seoul is a silent one. I like it that way. Now hopefully if the officer ignores me—

"So I'm guessing you didn't do it then," he broke the silence.

Darn it.

"Does it really matter?" It really doesn't.

"It really doesn't." 

Hm. Well I guess I'm not the only one.

"You have no idea how many people I've driven down this road," he continued, "usually I would've gotten the 'I didn't do it' excuse right about now."

Do I look like I care?

"Not from me."

"Is it because people like you have already said it enough?"

The nerve of this guy.

The officer's radio , saying something about to keep an eye out for something. I didn't really bother to listen.

"So I've been following your case for a while now, since you're from Jeju-do after all." Please just shut the front door.

"Got a problem with Jeju?"

"Not at all. In fact, I'm from Jeju myself. Came up here to be an officer not too long ago. I've always wanted to work in a murder case, just like the one you got yourself mixed up in. Not to be rude and all."

Yeah sure, definitely not rude.

"It's sad more than anything. I even heard that he was a regular at your brother's drugstore. Is it still there in Suwon?"

"You bet."

"Good."

A couple of seconds later, a little more than a few ambulances and police cars dashed by, racing to the opposite direction. I wonder if it has to do with that radio call.

As if reading my mind, the communication instrument buzzed again. This is probably worth paying attention to.

"Please be advised that emergency personnel are on their way to Anyang. About 10-20 have been spotted."

10-20 what? Something isn't sitting right in my gut…

"Shouldn't you respond to that?"

"I should, but that box never shuts up. You should sit in my seat, knowing that thing will drive you insane from just listening to it 24/7."

Talk about good work ethics.

"My little boy has been wanting to learn that samurai-sword martial art deal, what was it called again?"

"Kendo?"

"Yeah that. How long have you been teaching it?"

"Going for my fourth year."

"I see. Did you sway your girl's heart with those moves?"

No comments.

"You want to know how I see it?" God, this man is so nosy.

"Do I really have a choice?"

"I think you fell in love with the wrong woman."

That's it. I open my mouth, about to spit something into that officer's ears, but eventually just shut it. Forget it. What's been done is done.

The radio call in once again, "Riots are in progress. All available police and officers report to Anyang at this time." Shortly after, a booming helicopter glided across the air, heading towards Anyang.

Something is really, really wrong…

But with no other choice, I stay silent. Anyang was just fine when we passed it, what could've happened in the last hour?

As the officer keeps on chattering about his career, I stare out into the window. What's happening out there?

I shouldn't be worrying about this, Seoul will probably be my 'home' now for a long time, not Anyang. There's no way I'm getting out of the trial, is there? What I did, was it really worth it? I hate to say it, but that blabber-mouth might actually be right. She probably wasn't right for me… I screw up didn't I?

"Here, I have another good one to share! This one's a bit less morbid, I find it hilarious actually," the idiot turn his head around to tell whatever he was going to tell, his eyes away from the road. The worst decision in his life.

Looking back to the front, I can see a grotesquely bloodied woman limping across the highway. Crap. We're getting way too close…

"WATCH OUT!" I screamed.

Too late. The car impact the woman, with her body and blood covering the whole windshield. Holy crap, we're going to die, aren't we?

The car was spinning out of control, eventually breaching the guard rails and tumbling down a hill. The last thing I remember was almost shattering my skull against the window before I out.