[Two Days Later]
Morning light barely touched the glass walls of the Chief's office.
Chief was standing near the window, staring down at the busy street below.
He could see his own reflection faintly in the glass — arms crossed behind his back, face stiff, eyes heavy.
Anyone could tell just by looking at him. The tension was eating him from inside.
The fear in his eyes wasn't from the case itself… it was from the people above him.
The failed capture of the Underworld Judge had already spread up the chain, and now two more deaths — Yoo Chan and Kim Jae-ho.
The pressure on his shoulders was clear as day.
After a while, the Chief turned from the window and went back to his desk.
He pulled the chair and sat slowly.
A half-finished cup of coffee placed beside the pile of files, the smell already gone cold.
He rubbed his temple once and opened the report again — the failed operation report.
