" Detective." Honshu shakes the hand of the man in a full black suit.
"Pleasure to meet you."
" Mr prime minister has been waiting. This way please." The man in black leads Honshu along the immaculate hallway, filled with similar men dressed in black, same height, same physical structure. They create an eerie image of some programmed robots.
They arrive at a polished large mahogany double doors.
" I must warn you, he has not called you for a warm cup of tea and teeth showing chat. He is rather in a salty mood."
Honshu nods in appreciation of the information. The man holds the handles and pushes the doors open. He steps aside and allows Honshu to step in. Once the detective is in, the door behind him is shut and he is left alone with the most powerful man in the country.
Hwan Choi. A man in his early fifties. Tall and lean. His facial features are sharp and his eyes are intimidating. The thin moustache he has only makes him seem more dangerous. Unlike most men in his country, he has a clean shaven head. His pale scalp shining as it reflects the lights above him. He looks like he walked straight out of an anime film. And he looks like a villain.
His aura is unpredictable. Many say that you should think over your words, actions, even breathing when you are in Hwan Choi's presence.
Hwan Choi is a man of thin patience. Any slip up and you would be in some deep shit.
" Detective Honshu." Hwan stands, towering over the short detective. He stretches out his hand. After some formal greetings, and cups of tea, the prime minister gets to his main agenda.
" I received a rather displeasing message from the president of China."
A short silence follows.
" The assassination of Im Chan stirred chaos between China and South Korea. Im Chan was of a very noble family. His family own a significant share of assets here in our country. The crime that occured did not sit well with the Chinese community. And it did not sit well with me either."
Honshu nods. Despite the hypocrisy of the government, he nods in agreement.
" So tell me, detective, do you have any leads as to who might have killed Im Chan?" Hwan Choi leans forward, focusing on Honshu's eyes. Honshu sighs as he places his tea cup on its saucer.
" We did investigate the assassination. Im Chan's death was done by a skilled killer. The security systems were disabled and there was so much chaos-"
"Skip the shallow unimportant details. Tell me, do you have an idea of who this culprit could be?"
Honshu can see the calm demeanor of the prime minister crumbling down. He wonders why he is so adamant in finding out who killed im Chan. If the detective didn't know any better, he'd say the prime minister is acting kind of... suspicious.
" We suspect the GAMERS-"
" OF COURSE!" Hwan Choi yells in frustration.
" They kill several government officials, they rob banks, they bomb our best university, they cause chaos during my national holidays...bomb our best mental asylum and now?!" Hwan throws his hands up frustratedly. Honshu internally flinches when the prime minister bangs his fist on the glass table.
" Listen up carefully. I am sick and tired of the games these gamers want to play. It is obvious they want to put my government in a bad light. They want the people to loose their faith in me, AND I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!" Hwan Choi finds himself shouting as he struggles to breathe properly.
" Find a way to lure them...use money, a slut...anything...anyone!" Honshu frowns.
" You want to negotiate with master criminals?" Honshu looks at the prime minister in disbelief.
