After switching channels several times, Jeong Tae-ui finally saw the news again. The anchor’s voice and the phrasing of the report were slightly different, but the content and footage remained the same.

And then Tae-ui saw it.

The face of the person he had just been thinking about appeared on the TV screen.

Under the photo, the name appeared: Ilay Riegrow. Below it, among the faces marked as accomplices, was another very familiar face — the one he saw in the mirror every day. Next to it was the neatly written name: Jeong Tae-ui.

“...Huh?”

A dumbfounded sound escaped his mouth.

The photo, no one knew where it had come from, was already several years old, taken when he graduated from the academy. He looked no different now.