Because of today's murder case, no one in the team was in the mood to go out for dinner; everyone was rushing home to be with their families.

After work, my brother went straight home.

On his way, he took a detour through a small alley filled with the scent of food, weaving through the narrow streets until he reached a familiar food stall.

"Madam, I'll take a pound of braised meat and a pound of dried pork. Please."

"Oh? Why are you here today? Where's Amy?"

The elderly woman, who had been running the stall in the alley for decades, recognized my brother. She instinctively glanced behind him.

"She...