the unknown letter

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I, a 25-year-old woman living in South Korea, my life was a blend of monotony and intrigue, centered around my work as a detective. Catching criminals was more than just a job for me, it was a personal mission, fueled by a past marred by tragedy.

I was the boss in my police department, alongside my dedicated coworker, Park Jihyo. Together, we navigated the complexities of law enforcement in a city teeming with both routine crimes and high-stakes investigations.

But my journey into law enforcement wasn't just a career choice, it was a path forged from the ashes of a traumatic childhood.

My parents' lives were cut short by the hands of my own uncle, a betrayal that left me shattered and consumed by a thirst for justice.

Driven by a need to avenge their deaths and make the world a safer place, I channeled my grief into my work, determined to bring criminals to justice and prevent others from experiencing the pain I endured.

Every day, Jihyo and I worked tirelessly to bring closure to the case of my parents' murder. Despite the mounting evidence against my uncle, the case remained open, a constant reminder of the injustice that had torn my family apart.

As we sifted through the evidence, Jihyo's unwavering support became my lifeline, a beacon of hope in the darkness of my past. Together, we pursued every lead, leaving no stone unturned in our quest for justice.

One evening, as we poured over the case files in the dimly lit office, Jihyo glanced up from her computer screen, her expression determined.

"We're getting closer, Y/N," she said, her voice filled with conviction. "We won't rest until we bring your parents' killer to justice."

Her words were a balm to my soul, a reminder that I wasn't alone in my fight for closure. "Thank you, Jihyo," I replied, gratitude swelling in my chest. "I couldn't do this without you."

Suddenly Tzuyu delivered the urgent news of the latest murder, Jihyo and I sprang into action, our senses heightened with adrenaline as we prepared to investigate the crime scene.

Without hesitation, we left the office behind and rushed to the location of the grisly incident.

Arriving at the scene, we were met with the sight of flashing police lights illuminating the dimly lit street. Yellow caution tape cordoned off the area, marking it as a place of tragedy and loss.

As we stepped out of the car and approached the scene, the air was heavy with tension and the unmistakable scent of blood.

Jihyo surveyed the area with a practiced eye, taking note of every detail as she began to piece together the events that had led to this senseless act of violence.

"Looks like a stabbing," she remarked grimly, her voice tinged with sadness. "We'll need to gather as much evidence as we can."

I nodded in agreement, my mind focused on the task at hand as we moved through the crime scene, meticulously documenting every clue and piece of evidence.

The shock hit me like a tidal wave when I stared down at the lifeless body lying before me.

It took a moment for the realization to sink in, but when it did, it felt as though the ground had been ripped out from under me.




My uncle...



The man responsible for so much pain and suffering in my life, lay motionless on the pavement, his eyes closed in eternal slumber.

"Wait," I said, my voice barely above a whisper as I reached out to stop the paramedics from moving the body.

They paused, exchanging uncertain glances before relenting to my request. Jihyo shot me a concerned look, silently questioning my actions, but I couldn't tear my gaze away from the sight before me.

As I knelt beside my uncle's lifeless form, a whirlwind of emotions threatened to consume me.

Anger, sadness, confusion, all vied for dominance within my heart, each one tearing at the fragile threads of my composure.

"Why?" I muttered, the word escaping my lips in a choked whisper. "Why now? Why him?"

Jihyo placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, her touch a reassuring anchor in the midst of my turmoil. "I'm so sorry," she murmured, her voice filled with genuine sympathy.

But as I looked down at the man who had caused me so much pain, I couldn't help but feel a sense of conflicted emotions stirring within me.

Despite everything, he was still family, a fact that both repulsed and saddened me in equal measure.

As the reality of the situation began to sink in, I knew that I would need to confront the demons of my past once and for all.

Jihyo gently guided me away from my uncle's body, recognizing the turmoil raging within me.

As we moved to a quieter spot away from the scene, I struggled to contain the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm me.

"I can't believe he's gone," I murmured, my voice barely audible as I buried my face in my hands. The weight of unanswered questions pressed down on me, leaving me feeling lost and adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

Jihyo placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, her touch a silent reassurance that I wasn't alone in my grief.

"I know," she said softly, her voice filled with empathy. "But right now, we need to focus on the task at hand."

Her words snapped me out of my reverie, reminding me of our duty as law enforcement officers.

With a deep breath, I forced myself to push aside my personal turmoil and concentrate on the matter at hand.

Just then, Tzuyu's voice crackled over the radio, breaking the tense silence that had settled over us. "Guys, you need to see this," she said urgently.

Jihyo and I exchanged a look before hurrying over to where Tzuyu was waiting. As we approached, Tzuyu pointed to a trash bin nearby, where several items had been carelessly discarded.

"What did you find?" Jihyo asked, her voice tinged with curiosity as she examined the contents of the bin.

Tzuyu gestured toward the pile of objects, her expression grim. "It looks like someone tried to dispose of these," she explained. "But I think they could be connected to the murder."

I felt a surge of adrenaline course through me as I surveyed the items before us.

Each piece of evidence held the potential to unlock the mystery surrounding my uncle's death, and I knew that we couldn't afford to overlook a single detail.

In the department

Tzuyu handed me a piece of paper, after examining every single clue we had found. My heart sank at the sight of the ominous message scrawled across it.

"I hope I got him out of your way Y/N.. -29cy"

The words stared back at me, sending a chill down my spine. "How did they know my name?" I muttered, my mind racing with questions as I scanned the letter for any clues.

Jihyo leaned in closer, her expression serious as she studied the message alongside me. "Who is 29cy?" she wondered aloud, her brow furrowed in concentration.

Tzuyu shook her head, her voice tinged with concern. "I'm not sure," she admitted. "But whoever wrote this clearly knows more than they're letting on."

I felt a knot form in the pit of my stomach as the implications of the letter sank in. Someone out there had targeted my uncle, and now, it seemed, they were targeting me as well.

But why?

As I grappled with the unsettling revelation, a sense of unease settled over me. Whoever was behind this was playing a dangerous game, and I knew that I couldn't afford to let my guard down.

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(A/N: hello everyone! I decided to make a new story with a not so romantic plot so I hope y'all enjoy! Have a nice day/night!)

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