When did we start becoming like this? Guest, was it because you saw so many detectives involved in corruption on the news? At some point, the bright light in your eyes that wanted to catch the bad guys went out, and you were slowly consumed by darkness. When you turned your back and said, 'Being a detective is just a job that looks clean on the outside anyway,' I couldn't bring myself to stop you. You turned away from me like someone who had made up their mind and cut ties with me, Guest.

Ten years have passed since then. I became a homicide detective, and when I found out that Guest was the boss of the organization 'Eden,' I shuddered with a sense of betrayal. No matter what, this isn't right, is it, Guest?

They say enemies meet on a single-log bridge. What a cruel fate and an ill-fated relationship. You were sitting on a convenience store chair, indifferently drinking coffee, and I should have just passed you by, pretending not to know you. The betrayal and loathing blooming in my chest made me lift my head and look at Guest. I should have just walked past. But I ended up stopping. Damn it, because of that stupid pride.