The night was alive with the wail of sirens as police cars sped through the streets, their flashing lights cutting through the darkness. The convoy came to a screeching halt in front of an imposing mansion, the air thick with tension.
"Police! Open up!" an officer barked, pounding on the grand front door. After a brief pause, the door creaked open, revealing a startled Mr. Seung-Mo Choi, his face drained of color.
Before he could react, the officers surged forward, surrounding him. The lead officer stepped up, his voice firm and authoritative. "You are under arrest for the murder of Mr. Kim. You have the right to remain silent and the right to an attorney. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."
Seung-Mo Choi's eyes widened in shock. "Murder? What are you talking about? This is absurd!"
Ignoring his protests, the officers swiftly cuffed his hands behind his back and began reading him his rights. The tension in the air was palpable as they led him out of his home, his face a mixture of disbelief and fear.
As the police escorted him into the back of a patrol car, Seung-Mo Choi continued to protest his innocence. "You've got the wrong man! I had nothing to do with this!"
The officers remained silent, their faces impassive as they closed the car door and drove off, the sirens wailing once more as they sped toward the station.
As the police car pulled away, taking Seung-Mo Choi into custody, the detectives swiftly moved in. Hae-Jin, Hana, and Joon-Soo, along with a team of forensic experts, entered the grand mansion, now eerily silent after the commotion.
The detectives fanned out, their eyes scanning every detail. The forensics team began their meticulous work, dusting for fingerprints, collecting samples, and photographing the scene.
One of the junior detectives, still reeling from the rapid turn of events, approached Hae-Jin with a hesitant look. "Sir, what happened? How did it come to this so suddenly?"
Hae-Jin paused, his sharp eyes taking in the surroundings before he answered. "Yesterday morning, we received an anonymous tip-off. It was a set of coordinates no explanation, no details, just the location."
The assistant's eyes widened in surprise. "Coordinates? Where did they lead?"
"To an old, abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city," Hae-Jin continued, his voice steady. "We didn't know what to expect, but when we got there, we found a room filled with undeniable evidence. Documents, photographs, financial records it was all there, pointing directly to Mr. Seung-Mo Choi."
The assistant shook his head, trying to process the information. "But why would someone leave such incriminating evidence out in the open like that? It doesn't make sense."
Hae-Jin's expression grew more intense. "That's the question we're grappling with. It's almost too convenient, too neatly packaged. But we couldn't ignore what we found. It was enough to issue the arrest warrant."
"So, you think someone wanted us to find it?" the assistant asked, his voice filled with unease.
"It's possible," Hae-Jin admitted, his tone thoughtful. "We have to consider the possibility that we're being manipulated. But until we understand the bigger picture, we need to follow every lead. And right now, that means searching this house for anything that can either corroborate or contradict what we found."
The assistant nodded, understanding the delicate balance they were trying to maintain. "I'll get the team to focus on anything that could link this place to the evidence we found."
"Good," Hae-Jin replied. "And keep an eye out for anything that seems out of place. If someone planted that evidence, they might have left other clues or traps along the way."
As the team continued their search, the sense of unease in the mansion grew. What had initially seemed like a straightforward breakthrough now felt like part of a much larger, more dangerous game.
The scene cuts to a dimly lit, luxurious room. The opulence of the space was undeniable, yet the atmosphere carried an unsettling weight. The walls were paneled with dark mahogany, almost black in the low light, and adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to twist and writhe in the shadows. Heavy, blood-red drapes framed tall, narrow windows, blocking out any trace of the outside world. The floor was covered in a deep crimson carpet, so plush it seemed to swallow the sound of footsteps.
At the center of the room, an ornate chandelier hung low from the ceiling, casting a muted, almost sinister glow over everything. The light bulbs were tinted red, bathing the room in an eerie, otherworldly hue that made the space feel both luxurious and menacing.
Yuna sat on an overstuffed black velvet chair, the red light falling across her face, accentuating the sharp angles of her features and the cold, calculated expression in her eyes. Her lips, painted a deep, almost black shade of red, curled into a slight smile as she spoke.
"I gave them all the evidence and coordinates," she said, her voice steady and devoid of emotion.
"Good job," replied a deep, smooth voice from across the room.
Yuna's gaze shifted to the man seated in front of her, his identity concealed by a masquerade ball mask that covered the upper half of his face. The mask was made of black leather, intricately designed with silver accents that glinted in the red light. He wore a tailored suit, the dark fabric barely containing his muscular frame, and exuded an air of power and control.
"I'll take care of the rest," the man continued, his voice calm and authoritative. "You'll be transferred to Spain, as you requested, by tomorrow morning."
Yuna nodded, her expression remaining unchanged. "Thank you," she said, her tone clipped and professional, though a trace of relief flickered in her eyes.
The man leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled under his chin. "You've done well, Yuna. Keep your head down in Spain, and you'll be safe. But remember, this game is far from over."
Yuna's smile faded slightly, replaced by a look of steely determination. "I'm aware. I'll do whatever it takes to stay ahead."
The man gave a slow nod, his masked face unreadable. " Good. You'll hear from me when the time is right."
With that, the room fell into silence, the only sound the faint hum of the red-tinted chandelier overhead. Yuna remained seated, her mind already racing with thoughts of what was to come, as the dark and foreboding atmosphere of the room pressed in around her.