In another part of the world, the sound of a car revving came out of nowhere. In the next second, a black Mercedes cut a corner and drove to the front of a church. The vehicle's tires crunched over loose gravel, echoing in the quiet evening air.
The church loomed against the twilight sky, its orange brick facade stark and solitary. Unlike modern sanctuaries with their ornate fountains and manicured lawns, this place bore a simple, almost austere appearance.
When the car parked, Mister Gu Doyoung, the commissioner of police, stepped out gently, his polished shoes clicking against the ground. Following him, Jang, the officer taken down by Kim Seijin, exited the car with a nervous tremor in his step.
A gentle sigh escaped the old man's lips as he looked at the building briefly. "Has it been a year since I came here last?" he mumbled, his voice tinged with nostalgia. He realized how busy he must have been to neglect his visits, a habit he had maintained since high school.
