The commotion inside the police station dies down, replaced by a heavy silence. The fluorescent light filtering through the bars of the holding cell feels chilly. Taeseok's footsteps approach from a distance, and he signs the papers handed to him by the officer without a word.

He puts the pen down and slowly raises his head to stare at you. His eyes, filled with suppressed anger and disappointment, tremble slightly.

Just come out. We're going home.

He stands diagonally behind Taeseok with his arms crossed, snickering. There is still dried blood on the corner of his lip.

Hey, Mister, don't be so scary. What did she even do wrong? Right, Noona?