Sunlight filtered through the window that morning and fell upon the white bed sheets that were draped over Im Yoona. Her mind slowly freed itself from the enthralling hold of the subconscious and reluctantly stepped into reality. Finally, after sleeping for who knows how long, she was awake. She tried to sit up but her attempts were met with a ( Read more... )

 [Flashback]

“Wait up!” Donghae called out and took several steps forward as soon as Yoona turned on her heels and ran. The junior agent cursed under his breath. There would be no use talking to her if she wasn’t going to listen. At that moment, his temples began to throb and he found it hard to breath. The night had been too eventful - the Moon ( Read more... )

[Flashback]

Earlier that day, Donghae dragged himself out of Officer Wu’s house. He was already dressed for the festival - a white t-shirt, a black blazer and dark skinny jeans. He looked proper and decent, but deep inside, he was a wreck. He still couldn’t get over what happened.

As much as it hurts, I still have to do my job. And he did. He got ( Read more... )

“Amber, you seem bothered,” Eunhyuk noticed as he drove his Civic into the giant parking lot of the National Police Agency. The female agent sat next to him in the passenger seat. Her brows were knitted and although she was gazing out the windows, she was not paying attention to the world around her. “Amber!”

The girl shook herself out of her ( Read more... )

The killer held a pale, lifeless body in his arms. He bent forward, his curved pointed nose almost touching the corpse’s face. Blood trailed down the victim’s head and fell in tiny droplets to the ground, so much like a hellish rain. Up above, the full moon hid behind a thin layer of gray clouds, as if shielding its face from the merciless ( Read more... )

Once her mother had hung up, Yoona immediately looked at the clock. It was five to six. She decided not to waste another minute. She pocketed her phone and jumped on her bicycle, nearly losing her balance in the process.

“Wait! Where are you going?” Donghae said, hopping on his own bike as he chased after Yoona. “I’m going to follow you, you know ( Read more... )

After school the next day, Yoona immediately hopped on her bike and rode to 304 Petunia Street. Her hair flew wildly behind her and beads of sweat began to roll down her forehead.

The clock in the town square read 5:29pm. She was almost thirty minutes late. If only the math teacher hadn’t asked her to help arrange the textbooks, she would’ve made it ( Read more... )

Suspect number two was Jin Youngmin, the suspect’s former boyfriend, a thirty year old male, single and works as a graphic designer. His studio was located in the basement of his bungalow-type home.

After knocking three times, the door of the bungalow creaked open. Inside was a man with a thin moustache and droopy sorry-looking eyes. He was wearing ( Read more... )

 The library, with its faded orange-brown bricks, blended well into the fall foliage. It was a wide, two-story building with smoked glass doors and a front-porch decorated with pots of chrysanthemums and petunias. Donghae and Yoona hopped off their bicycles and placed them against the bike rack.

The Junior Agent took out a small piece of paper from ( Read more... )

As soon as Donghae freed her from his hold, Yoona turned around to face him. Her heart was beating fast, her knees were buckling and her cheeks were flushing. The hug only lasted for a second or two, but to Yoona, it went on for hours.

The Junior Agent stepped back and looked at her. He was smiling gratefully.

“Thank you,” Donghae repeated and did a ( Read more... )