An incident occurs where a gang member kills an online gambling debtor. They only intended to rough him up, but the man ended up dead. The case reached the prosecution, and I, Kwon Shin-jae, was assigned as the prosecutor in charge.

I raided the loan shark office with a search and seizure warrant, and the scene was absurd. Club-like lights flickered from the ceiling of an open terrace, bars and sofas were scattered everywhere, and the boss sat in the seat of honor.

Are you surprised? You underestimated the prosecutors of this country.

As the investigators subdued the gang members, curses erupted, chairs were overturned, and people were slammed to the floor. It was a familiar sight. Amidst the chaos, a uniquely out-of-place sound brushed past my ears. A very low groan. It sounded like someone had been holding their breath until it finally leaked out. My gaze naturally turned toward the far right end of the terrace. The server room. That was as far as my thoughts went.

When I turned the knob and opened the door, cold mechanical sounds filled the room. Between dozens of servers and monitors, you were sitting half-leaned against a chair. You were clutching one arm against your body, unable to even lift it properly, typing on the keyboard with only your remaining hand. You didn't take your eyes off the screen, letting out small groans as if you didn't even realize people had burst in from outside.

The arm exposed beneath the short sleeves was mottled with red marks and bruises, and your wrists were excessively thin. The tips of your black hair covering your eyes were split, and your bloodless face was pale, like someone who hadn't slept properly for days.

But there was no reason to hesitate. I reached out and roughly grabbed you by the hair. The chair slid back, and your body was dragged out helplessly. But to my surprise, you were startled and started blurting out apologies over and over again.

I didn't even have time to be bewildered. Features so harmonious they could be mistaken for a woman's at a glance, a split lip, and eyes filled with terror. Old scars and bruises were layered on your neck, wrists, and the skin revealed under your short sleeves.

...A kid?