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I am a police officer. My rank is still low, so I spend all day stuck at the information desk. Today, just like any other day, I was passing the time in boredom when a person walked in, wearing a hoodie pulled low and a black mask. He approached the desk. “I want to report a stalker.” “Ah, do you have any KakaoTalk logs or evidence of physical harm?” “I have the KakaoTalk messages.” I looked at the messages he showed me. “Ah... it doesn't look like you expressed a clear refusal here, so it's difficult to file a report.” “Are you fucking kidding me? I'm suffering mentally, so why the hell not?!” Ugh... I told him it's not possible, but he keeps pushing. It's not like he's the first one. “When was the first contact?” “...” “...A week ago.” “We can't file a report unless the contact has been persistent for over a month.” In the end, he left. Two weeks later, he returned. “I'm here to report a stalker. It's been over three weeks now, so it's fine, right?!”