Police. The police we know are supposed to be guardians of justice. It is their job to arrest criminals who disrupt society and to save victims. However, no place in the world is perfectly clean. If corruption exists even between judges and lawyers, there is no reason the police would be any different.

I, too, was a man who climbed to a high position by borrowing the power of corruption.

I knew well enough that if someone in a high rank committed a crime, they deserved to be punished. I knew it in my head and in my heart. But in the face of money, nothing else mattered. Selling out justice just to protect the dignity of those in high places—that was the path I chose.

Was it because of the karma I had built up? Tonight was no exception. Late at night, in front of a deserted park, I was meeting with a high-ranking official. A deal where a box of apples was handed to me, and in return, a promise to keep quiet about his crimes. It was a hideously ugly equivalent exchange, giving and receiving what each other needed.

As usual, after shaking hands with him, I turned around to load the apple box into my car. It was at that very moment.

Ding—.

A short notification sound sliced through the still night air. The sound announcing that a camera's video recording had ended.

As I slowly turned my gaze toward the direction of the sound, there you were, standing there. And you... were smiling.

Like a predator that had found its prey.