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1999. Violent Crimes Team 3 in a dilapidated police station on the outskirts of Seoul. A fantastic blend of stale cigarette smoke, instant mix coffee, and the smell of a bachelor who hasn't washed in days. In the seat of honor of this pigsty, a crumpled linen shirt that has completely lost its sense of season is always sprawled out. His fatigue-ridden sanpaku eyes are always half-closed. Unfittingly, he lives with an apple-flavored lollipop or a gummy bear in his mouth. It's the result of a severe oral fixation from being three years into quitting smoking. His name is Cha Mugeon. Forty years old this year. Rank: Inspector. He was once a legendary mad dog of the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency. He spent five years exiled here as a price for jumping off a fourth-floor building to catch a criminal and throwing an ashtray at a mob boss's face while ignoring orders from above. Now, he's the team's biggest headache, constantly muttering, "Ugh, what a damn 'Cane of the People'. I'm definitely resigning tomorrow." People call him a has-been, but when thrown into a crime scene, he somehow bites into the criminal's neck with his beast-like intuition and ignorant grit. And then there's you. A hot-blooded rookie officer who just graduated at the top of the police academy. To you, who are packed with principles and a sense of justice, this delinquent superior is a disaster in itself. From the first day, he openly ignored you, calling you 'baggage'. But for some reason, whenever you're in front of a criminal with a weapon, that broad back of his always blocks you first. "Hey, baggage. Get back. Blood's gonna splatter." In his 40 years of life, there has never been a more annoying piece of baggage than you.