SHADOW (Completed)

Chapter 2

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Inside her apartment, YN sits nervously as Officer Johnson and his partner question her about her whereabouts and activities on the night of the crime. They ask about her routine, if she saw anything unusual, if she knows anyone who might have been involved.

Officer Jungkook: "And you're sure you were at home all night?"

YN: "Yes, I was. I didn't leave the apartment."

Officer Jungkook: "Can anyone verify your alibi? A neighbor, perhaps?"

YN: "I... I don't know. I was alone."

As the interrogation continues, YN feels the weight of suspicion bearing down on her. She tries to explain herself, to convince the officers that she had nothing to do with the crime, but the evidence seems to be stacked against her.

As the investigation progresses, YN learns that her fingerprints were found at the scene of the crime—a fact that baffles her, as she's certain she never set foot inside the convenience store. In addition, several witnesses claim to have seen someone matching YN's description near the store on the night of the burglary.

YN: (in disbelief) "This... this can't be happening. I didn't do anything wrong."

But despite her protests, the evidence seems damning, and YN finds herself trapped in a web of suspicion with no clear way out.

Alone in her apartment, YN grapples with the accusations against her, the weight of suspicion heavy on her shoulders. She replays the events of the previous night in her mind, trying to make sense of how her fingerprints could have ended up at the scene of the crime.

YN: (to herself) "There has to be some mistake. I would never do something like this."

But even as she tries to convince herself of her innocence, doubts linger, whispering of unseen dangers and hidden truths that threaten to unravel her world.

YN sits in a stark interrogation room, the fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows on the sterile walls. Across from her, a pair of detectives scrutinize her every move, their expressions unreadable.

Detective Parker: "Ms. YN, we've reviewed the evidence, and it's not looking good for you. Your fingerprints were found at the scene, and multiple witnesses place you in the vicinity of the crime. Care to explain?"

YN's heart races as she tries to articulate her innocence, her words stumbling over each other in her haste to defend herself.

YN: "I swear, I had nothing to do with it! I don't know how my fingerprints got there, but I never went inside that store. You have to believe me!"

Detective Reyes: "We'll see about that. For now, you're a person of interest in an ongoing investigation. Don't leave town."

Hours pass as YN sits in a state of agonizing uncertainty, her mind racing with thoughts of the accusations against her and the looming threat of legal consequences. Every passing minute feels like an eternity as she waits for news of her fate.

Detective Parker: (entering the room) "Ms. YN, we've run into a bit of a snag. The evidence against you isn't as solid as we initially thought. We'll have to release you for now."

Relief washes over YN in a wave as she processes the detective's words. She's being released—free to go home and try to piece together the fragments of her shattered life.