The police station buzzed with the usual activity of the day, the clatter of keyboards and murmur of conversations filling the room. A detective named Hyuk Dong entered the precinct, his strikingly handsome features and calm demeanor immediately drawing attention. His presence was almost magnetic, a blend of understated elegance and intensity that commanded respect.
As he walked through the office, he was met by a few weary officers who were just closing the case on Hana Jin Ah's death. The official stance was that of a suicide, the report being finalized despite lingering doubts from some corners.
Hyuk Dong glanced over the cluttered desk where the case file lay. The report had been completed, but he wasn't convinced. His sharp eyes scanned the details, noting the state of Hana's room—disheveled, the air still tinged with a lingering scent that suggested a recent, intimate encounter.
He turned to the officers, his voice smooth but firm. "Given the condition of the room and the evidence we have, don't you think it's worth reconsidering the nature of Hana Jin Ah's death? It seems unlikely that this was a straightforward suicide."
The officers exchanged weary glances. One officer, leaning back in his chair, sighed. "The report's closed. The family believes it was suicide. Besides, reopening the case would only bring more trouble. If it turns out that the man she was with is involved, it's going to bring shame to her and her family."
Hyuk Dong's eyes narrowed slightly at the mention of "the man." He muttered under his breath, "Could it be rape and murder?" His thoughts were clearly racing ahead, piecing together fragments of a troubling puzzle.
He glanced back at the officers, his calm demeanor not wavering. "Did they perform an autopsy?"
Another officer, looking slightly uncomfortable, shook his head. "The family refused. They were adamant that it was suicide. The funeral's already been held."
Hyuk Dong's gaze grew thoughtful. The case was closed on paper, but the lingering questions and the inconsistencies in Hana's death were too significant to ignore. His instincts told him there was more to uncover, a narrative obscured by a facade of finality.
As he walked away from the officers, his mind was already racing through the possibilities. The clues suggested a story that didn't quite fit the tidy explanation of suicide. Hyuk Dong knew he'd need to dig deeper, if only to honor the memory of a woman whose death seemed far from straightforward.
Hyuk Dong stepped out of the police station, the cool night air greeting him as he made his way to his car. His sleek, black sedan was parked under the streetlights, the low hum of the engine starting up as he slid into the driver's seat. He tossed his coat onto the passenger seat, his expression thoughtful and focused.
He pulled out his tablet, flicking through the photos his colleague had sent over. The images of Hana Jin Ah's room, though unsettling, were crucial to piecing together the truth. Hyuk Dong scrolled through the pictures, each one providing a new detail of the crime scene.
His eyes fell on a shot of the room's interior: the bed rumpled, a romantic music player on the nightstand, and the lingering scent of intimacy that seemed almost palpable even through the photos. The condition of the room seemed to suggest a carefully set scene, rather than a spontaneous act of desperation.
"Perfect sex setting," he murmured under his breath, his tone laced with a mix of intrigue and skepticism. The setup was too deliberate, too staged for a straightforward suicide. The presence of the music player and the lingering scent pointed towards a night designed for romance—yet the end result was grim and suspicious.
Hyuk Dong's eyes narrowed as he considered the implications. The meticulous arrangement of the scene didn't fit with the hurried, chaotic nature of a suicide. His instincts told him that this was more than it seemed, that there was a layer of deception that needed to be peeled back.
Hyuk Dong parked his car outside an upscale private club, its entrance discreet and hidden from the main street. Known for hosting fleeting, illicit encounters, the club offered its patrons anonymity—a place where desire met no judgment. As he stepped inside, the low hum of music greeted him, along with dimly lit corridors that led to private rooms.
Hyuk wasn't here for pleasure. He had a hunch—one he needed to confirm.
The hostess, recognizing his authoritative presence, led him to one of the rooms without a word. The door creaked open to reveal a dimly lit space, candles flickering on the nightstand, soft music playing in the background—eerily similar to the setup in Hana Jin Ah's room. The scent of expensive perfume mingled with the air of mystery.
A woman, dressed provocatively, sat on the bed. Her lips curled into a flirtatious smile, her voice honeyed as she spoke, "I was waiting for you."
Without acknowledging her advances, Hyuk stepped into the room, his eyes scanning every detail, comparing it to the crime scene in his mind. She rose, trying to drape herself on him, but he firmly pushed her away, stepping back.
"Not interested," he muttered coldly, his gaze still wandering around the room. The soft glow, the sultry scent, the carefully curated music—it all aligned with the atmosphere of Hana's bedroom.
"This is how people have sex, with such an atmosphere," he mused, his voice low as if speaking to himself. The familiarity of the setting unnerved him. "My doubts are raised now..."
The pieces clicked into place, and Hyuk's suspicion deepened. Hana Jin Ah's death wasn't just a simple suicide; it was wrapped in a seductive lie. The perfect romantic setup in her room had been meant to conceal something far darker.
He was now certain: someone had been there with her. The question now was who and why.
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In the dimly lit opulence of a luxurious room Joon Jae, he was lost in a heated embrace with a beautiful woman. Their bodies pressed together against the silken sheets, hands roaming over curves with urgent passion. His lips hungrily explored hers as she responded with equal fervor, their breaths mingling and quickening in rhythm. The bed creaked beneath them, a soft symphony of their intense makeout session, the room's luxurious ambiance fading into the background as they became consumed by each other.

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