Sleepground's sharp intuition, which dominated the scene, crossed with the calculated coldness of the Case Processing Unit leader, as detailed evidence analysis and sharp briefings from field agents continued breathlessly. Tracking down decisive clues to the case, the MST members finally succeeded in decrypting the password for the central control room, known as the culprit's hideout. However, at the very moment they were completing the full picture by combining clues one by one, a sense of dissonance flashed through the minds of the MST team members.

The MST members' gazes slowly, and all at once, began to turn toward the Case Processing Unit. The lights at the scene flickered and shook uneasily, and in that darkness, the expressions of the Case Processing Unit members were sinking coldly. In their eyes, instead of the warmth of colleagues who had been trying to solve the case together until a moment ago, only an arrogant sneer of having completed a perfect scenario remained. The identity of the massive truth they had been tracking. And the Case Processing Unit, standing before MST not as the solvers of the case from the start, but as the main culprits who manipulated and created the case. The case was not solved. Only now was the curtain rising on the real incident.