The Wrongest Right

PROLOGUE

IT WAS A COLD DARK WINTER IN SEOUL. THE KIND OF CHILL THAT GETS INTO YOUR BONES. THE PERFECT WEATHER FOR MURDER.

At the deserted Seoul station, in the dead of the night, there sat a guard near the locomotive who was shaking his weary head and turning his flag around in his hands. Suddenly the bright headlights of a train could be seen and the guard stepped away and waved his blood red flag signaling the train to stop. 

The KTX train from Busan rumbled and stopped at its final destination. An abnormally small number of passengers got out, all worn out, ambling and shuffling out of the train like zombies.

However there was one person who stood out. A tall man with a straight posture and his head held high walked out of the carriage carrying his backpack. One could see from his expression that he was tired and he was hoping to rest but no one could miss the intelligent gleam in his eyes as he scanned the platform with his eagle eyes as if there was something suspicious.

After exiting the station, he walked over to a taxi whose driver was fast asleep inside and tapped on the frosty window. The driver awoke, rubbing his eyes. 

The man spoke, "Annyeonghaseyo, jeonun Gong Yoo imnida (Hello, My name is Gong Yoo). I was told that your car would take me to the designated hotel for my stay here."

The driver spoke with wide eyes, "Of course, Gong Yoo ssi. You- you're that detective who recovered our country's relic from the Louvre Museum, right? It's an honor to meet you." 

"I know what I did, kamsahamimnida (thank you). It's 8 in the evening and it is late. Without any further delay, could you please take me to the hotel? I wish to rest and have a good vacation." "O-of course Sir. Please sit and have a good ride"

Little did the detective know that his vacation would be haunted throughout by the past.