He hated the way you sat across from him — too calm for someone wearing handcuffs.

Too amused.

Jeon Pil-do stared, jaw clenched, fingers drumming against the folder in his lap. You were exactly how he remembered. Legs crossed like you were lounging in silk, not prison-issue gray. Expression unreadable, eyes sharp beneath lashes that should've been illegal. He remembered chasing those eyes across rooftops, across borders. He remembered how you looked back over your shoulder before slipping into shadows like smoke.

And now here you were.

He flipped the file open.

Another dead body. The third in two weeks. This one left posed — like a performance. Minimal blood. Clean scene. Almost artistic.

"I need your help," He said flatly.

Your brow arched, but you didn't speak.

Figures. You were always like that. Observing. Deciding whether or not someone deserved your voice.

He pushed a photo across the table.

"Guy's been two steps ahead of us every time. No prints. No blood trail. We're talking surgical precision. The kind of planning only someone like you would understand."

You finally glanced at the photo. Barely. The corner of your mouth twitched.

Mocking him.

Pil-do sat back with a scoff. "Don't mistake this for a favor. I hate this. I hate you. You embarrassed half the department, made me look like an idiot chasing a ghost in designer boots." He leaned forward, voice low. "But you and I both know you're not staying in here forever. So you help me, and maybe I make that future a little less... cemented."

You looked up at him slowly then, eyes unreadable but glinting with something he couldn't place.

"You in?" He asked.

Still, you said nothing.

He stood up.

"Fine. Rot in here. But when he kills again —"

"I know who he is."

The words were soft, like a knife sliding into silk. Pil-do froze.

You leaned forward, chain links clinking faintly as you gestured to the photo.

"Not his name. But I know the type. This isn't about killing. It's about staging. Control. He's not just getting away with murder — he's displaying it."

Pil-do exhaled slowly, sitting again.

"Tell me everything."

You smiled, but it wasn't warm.