The briefing didn't drag on.
Choi finished the slides with the same calm pace he always kept.
Names, locations, missing pieces, the parts that didn't fit.
Then came the real part — the work.
He didn't announce anything to the room.
He walked to each person and gave their assignment by hand.
Short. Quiet. Private.
Almost like he was passing them keys instead of tasks.
Min-seo came back only long enough to grab the access card Choi held out.
She didn't greet anyone. She didn't sit.
She checked the card, nodded once, and walked right back toward the morgue door.
Yoon Ha-rin read her slip with a small grin, flicked it once, and tucked it inside her jacket.
"All right," she said, mostly to herself.
Kim Tae-sung read his note in three seconds and slid it into his hoodie pocket without breaking typing rhythm.
For him the briefing might as well have ended the moment his task hit his hand.
