People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can...
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The complex, which belonged to the special unit, occupied quite a large area. Inside were laboratories, numerous offices, and even a shooting range where agents could train after hours. And in between — an endless maze of corridors, which were a mixture of white walls and smooth, gray-tiled floors. The young policeman walked swiftly through this maze, his steps echoing all around him. He didn't look around. He didn't need to. He knew every corridor by heart, so much so that he could successfully find his way, even in his sleep. When he finally reached the last corner that led to the office they occupied on a daily basis when they weren't doing field work, he slowed his step. This corridor was wider than the others, lit by intense white fluorescent lights. Having reached halfway down it, he stopped and raised his head, shifting his gaze to the posted photographs of fallen agents. His dark irises found the one he wanted to look at — Kim Taehwan.
For a moment, he stared at the policeman captured in the photo. His face was handsome, with a classic beauty. His dark eyes were gentle, his skin was a shade of caramel, his nose perfectly straight and his jawline well-defined, giving him a somewhat aristocratic appearance. He looked like an amant from a 1920s black-and-white movie. He didn't smile, but he was sure that if he did, his smile would resemble that of the one person he would entrust his life to. Why had he never noticed before that they were so similar?
He drew a sharp breath of air into his lungs and moved on, this time heading for the last door in the lighted corridor. When he opened it, from the threshold, he spotted his partner occupying a seat at his desk in the depths of the office. The boy was so engrossed in reading something displayed on the computer monitor that he didn't even notice that he was no longer alone. Curious, he stopped at the threshold and leaned against the door frame to get a closer look at him. The young policeman shifted his gaze to the photos he held in his hand and began flipping through them quickly. His movements were somewhat nervous. He jumped with his gaze from over the photos to the screen in front of him and back again, as if some thought was just beginning to form in his head.
Hoseok liked to play with him and loved to tease him even more, but Taehyung was one of the most talented agents he had ever met. He was remarkably perceptive, and moreover, his mind worked outside the usual patterns, so they managed to solve cases that others wouldn't have dealt with. He wouldn't admit it out loud so as not to tickle the younger agent's ego too much, but he believed that if it weren't for him, they wouldn't have been able to bring so many cases to a conclusion. He loved working with him because he learned all the time with him, and he was convinced that it was largely thanks to him that he was getting better and better, and besides, he trusted him like no one else.
He watched his friend literally writhing around at his desk for a while longer, flipping through a pile of photos taken at the scene of previous crimes, until he finally giggled, unable to maintain his seriousness any longer.
"Do you want to pee that you're writhing like this, or have you come up with something amazing?" he joked.
Only now did Taehyung realize that he was no longer alone. He raised his head abruptly, turning his gaze toward the door, and literally spied him with his eyes. No words came from his mouth, however. He put the photos down on the desk top, then sank down on the back of the swivel chair and crossed his arms over his chest, concealed under the thin khaki shade shirt that framed his taut biceps.
