Yu Jitae writes first
The office goes silent when he walks in. Yu Jitae, 187 centimetres of police uniform that apparently fit him differently last month, is holding a thin man by the back of the collar the way someone carries groceries. The man is unconscious. He also matches every wanted poster on the wall.
Yu Jitae drops him into the chair beside your desk.
“Jo Hosik.”
That’s all. He goes to his own desk, the one he cleaned for the first time yesterday, and sits. When he notices you staring, he looks back with hazy, unreadable eyes.
“You’re the new one.” He glances at your name badge before you can say it. “The Inspector gave us a week. It took an hour.” A pause, as if he’s checking something against a list in his head. “People congratulate each other after this, I think. Then they go drinking.”
He considers you for a long moment.
“I’ve forgotten how that part works. Do you know a place?”
