In the middle of Seoul, the night view was splendid. Under those lights, someone was risking his life.
Detective Kim Nam-joon closed his eyes in the car and opened them. On the screen of the smartphone in his hand, there was a single coordinate. It was the location of Nam Ji-hye, the finance director of Hwayeon Enterprise, whose whereabouts had been unknown for several months.
“Are you sure about these coordinates?”
Detective Jimin, in charge of tracking communications, nodded from the side.
“There was a signal until three minutes ago. Get caught on the rooftop.”
"rooftop?"
Namjoon's eyebrows furrowed. This wasn't a normal escape. It was strange. Everything...
It hadn't even been 10 minutes since they arrived at the building. Namjoon was running up the stairs out of breath, thinking about all the possible scenarios.
'Escape? Ambush? Or maybe a trap?
Eight, I don't know.'
bang-
"Nam Ji-hye!!"
When I opened the rooftop door, there she was.
Since that day, that woman has not been seen in a single photo or on a single CCTV.
Nam Ji-hye.
She was standing on the edge of the roof of the building.
The wind gently swept her hair, and her face was sadly calm under the moonlight.
“Nam Ji-hye...?”
At Namjoon's voice, she slowly turned her head.
Namjoon sensed something strange and shouted at her.
“What are you doing? This kind of play won’t work anymore. I don’t know what you’re up to, but—”
She said it with an expression that was neither a smile nor a scream.
"... sorry."
At that moment, her body fell into the air.
Namjoon ran and reached out, but it was too late. He just grabbed the air.
puck!
Just below the rooftop, two shadows barely managed to catch Jihye's body.
It was Seokjin and Jimin.
“Bro!!! I got him, I got him! But... he’s unconscious..? Huh”
“Hey, then call an ambulance!”
Namjoon shouted. He looked at Jihye's bloodless face, unable to even breathe properly.
She seemed more delicate and gentle than she thought.
But what was even stranger was Hwayeon Enterprise's strange movements.
A text message arrived at Hwa-yeon's secretary's office.
“It is presumed that Ms. Nam Ji-hye died while trying to escape overseas. I would like to request that the investigation be stopped for now.”
Namjoon kept his mouth tightly shut.
'What are you talking about? Nam Ji-hye died?'
She is alive.
And something... something went wrong.
Her last words lingered in my mind.
"sorry..."
A confession of sin or a clue to the truth?
Namjoon decided to first watch her delicately.
Because I thought that the moment I opened my eyes again, I would be able to face the truth.
But the truth he didn't know was approaching darkly.
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Sonting ♥︎