The scene opens in a private office. A large whiteboard dominates the wall, cluttered with photos, messy yet meticulously arranged notes in elegant red and blue ink. Beside it, a desk overflows with documents. Jaihao leans back in his chair, a serious expression on his face as he studies one of the case files.

A knock breaks the silence. It's Kevin, one of Jaihao's coworkers. He opens the door and leans casually against the frame, raising an eyebrow at the intense look on Jaihao’s face.

"Still working this late?" Kevin asks.

Jaihao doesn’t respond.

Kevin smirks and steps further into the room, glancing over the papers on the desk. "Didn’t your shift end hours ago? You’re always giving extra hours, man. I thought the chief told you to slow down. What are you even looking at?"

He peers at the document in Jaihao’s hands and sighs.

“Seriously? That case again? You’ve been after this guy for four years. Even the best detectives and officers haven’t been able to catch him—or even find him.”

Yes, four years. Four years chasing a ghost—an infuriatingly clever and devastatingly handsome criminal. The most wanted man in the country. Bank robberies, heists, vanishing acts... and no trail left behind. The authorities have failed. Every last one of them—except Jaihao refuses to give up.

Jaihao, one of the smartest and most capable officers on the force—and also the handsomest, according to some—has made it his mission to bring the criminal to justice.

“That’s why I’m reading everything there is to know about him,” Jaihao says coldly, eyes never leaving the file. “Every detail might matter.”

Kevin groans. “Come on, man. Take a break. And wait—today’s your birthday, isn’t it? I heard you’ve never celebrated it. Not even once. Well, that changes tonight! You just turned 25, right? That’s worth celebrating!”

“No,” Jaihao replies.

“Please?”

“No.”

“Yes?”

“No.”

“Aw, come on!”

“No.”

“I’ll pay all the bills at the bar! Just this once. Don’t make your life more depressing than it already is!”

Jaihao sighs, finally setting the file down. “...Fine. But don’t make me regret this.”

“I won’t!” Kevin beams.

What Jaihao didn’t know was that agreeing to go out that night might just be one of the best decisions he’d ever make.

Time passes. It’s 2 A.M. They've been at the bar for nearly two hours. And guess who got the most drunk? Kevin.

Despite drinking the same amount, Jaihao barely feels a buzz. Kevin, on the other hand, is swaying, slurring, and entirely wasted.

Jaihao glances at the time and stands. “I’m heading home. It’s morning already. And don’t forget—you promised to cover the bill. Goodbye.”

“Nooo, don’t leeeave me hereeee...” Kevin mumbles from the booth.

Stepping outside, Jaihao is hit by the fresh, cold morning air. He tucks his hands into his coat pockets and takes a new shortcut home, a faster path through quieter streets.

He’s almost there when something feels off.

He turns his head slightly—and sees someone walking on the other sidewalk, head down, scrolling through their phone.

Jaihao narrows his eyes. That silhouette. That stride. His instincts flare.

Holy shit. It's him.

“Hey! You there!” Jaihao yells.

The figure looks up. Their eyes lock. Recognition sparks. And in a split second—they’re both running.

“Stop right there!” Jaihao shouts, fumbling for his phone to alert headquarters—but there’s no signal.

They sprint through the empty streets, feet pounding the pavement, breath growing heavy. Finally, they turn into an alley—only to be met by a dead end.

Jaihao halts, chest heaving. He raises his gun, hands slightly trembling, but his voice remains steady.

“It’s over. Accept it. Put your hands up and face me. Don’t try anything—I’m armed. Don’t make me use it.”