The full moon blazed its luminosity. Seoul was silent in the middle of the night and the people heard not a single sirene. When everyone was tucked in their beds and sleeping in peace, Youngjae was hanging out in the playground. He sat on the swing alone with a lamppost near him.

He wore his typical outfit, “the teenager look” as Min Jee calls it. Youngjae was tired of wearing his uniform and bringing the weight of his job with him. He has consumed three cans of beer while thinking about Daewon’s case. Youngjae has no face to show to him. As a prosecutor with a name to protect and...