The so-called "special something male officer" turned out to have the ridiculously long title of "Special Operations Participant Consultant of the Incheon Autonomous Police Headquarters." His name? Kwang Seok-jin.

How did I remember it?
I didn’t.
I only knew it because I had to be reintroduced.

I wasn’t particularly eager to have a conversation with another man, but I had business regarding some "items." And if I could arrange for everything to be handled exclusively by the Namdong District Police, that would be even better. That led to a three-way meeting between me, Kwang Seok-jin, and Do Yoon-jung.

I would’ve preferred to move this discussion somewhere more spacious, like the reconstruction site, but apparently, "security concerns" made that impossible.

Hah.
So I can be here, but security’s an issue?

Anyway, thanks to Kwang Seok-jin's strange stubbornness, I was stuck in this cramped, run-down container, forced to sit through a meeting.

The worst part?
Every time I said one thing, those two spat out ten.