Ajin POV — Inside the Investigation Room
The metal door slammed behind me, and the sound echoed through the interrogation chamber like a death bell. I sat there, hands trembling on the cold table surface, but my face remained blank. I had shown them everything—Jao floating in the water, the video proof, the truth about Myun Hyuk's ex-wife, the manipulation, the control, the threats.
Yet the officers staring at me now had changed their expressions.
They were no longer sympathetic.
No longer believing I was the victim.
They were suspicious.
"So," one detective leaned forward, sliding a folder toward me, "why don't you explain your father's murder first?"
My spine stiffened.
"My… father?"
"Yes. Your father's case re-opened when your name surfaced again. Turns out, someone tampered with the original report." Another detective tapped the file. "And guess who was the last person in contact with him before he died?"
I clenched my teeth. "I was a child. That has nothing to do with—"
They interrupted, calm but cold.
"We also found connections between you… and Star Inkang's suicide."
My breath stopped.
Inkang.
The idol star.
The one who texted me for help. The one who called me before he—
"That's ridiculous," I whispered.
The detective's gaze sharpened.
"Is it? Because the last call Inkang made before he jumped… was to you."
I felt the ground beneath me tilt.
"And what were you saying to him that night, Ms. Lee Ajin? Why did you stop answering? Why did you block his number two hours before his death?"
My throat tightened.
I didn't answer.
I couldn't answer.
Not with the truth.
Not with the lie either.
The officers exchanged looks, scribbling notes, whispering things I couldn't hear. But I could feel the shape of their suspicions.
Like a noose tightening around my neck.
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Suddenly — The Door Burst Open
They dragged someone in.
Myun Hyuk.
His wrists cuffed. His shirt torn. His expression unreadable.
He looked at me.
I looked at him.
Two demons caught in the same storm.
But instead of screaming at me, or denying my accusations…
he laughed.
Dark. Low. Almost triumphant.
"Detectives," he said, his voice dripping silk and poison, "you want the full truth, don't you?"
The room froze.
He lifted his chin, staring at me with a wicked smirk.
"Then let me tell you something…"
His eyes narrowed—dangerous, gleaming.
"…Ajin wasn't just my victim."
My heart hammered painfully.
"She was my partner."
The detectives stiffened.
My breath shattered.
Myun Hyuk continued, voice smooth and venomous:
"She helped me cover things up. She knew things. She used people for her own advantage. Some of the threats weren't just from me."
He leaned back in the chair.
"She's not innocent. Not even close."
The room exploded with whispers, pens scrambling, officers leaning in with sudden hunger.
"No—no! He's lying!" I shouted, standing so fast my chair screeched behind me. "I exposed him! Why would I expose him if I was part of—"
"Because you're smart," he said calmly. "And when your game slipped out of your hands, you used mine as a shield."
His calmness chilled my blood.
His lies were crafted with skill—
and the police ate them up like starving wolves.
Before I could protest, before I could breathe—
Cold metal snapped around my wrists.
"Ms. Ajin," the officer said with dead eyes, "you are now under arrest for obstruction and potential involvement in multiple related cases."
"What!? No! Listen to me—!!"
They didn't.
They didn't even look at me.
Myun Hyuk smirked as they pulled us apart in opposite directions.
"Enjoy your jail cell, wife," he whispered.
And the next thing I knew—
I was dragged down the hallway,
my screams swallowed by the slamming of steel doors,
and thrown into a separate cell—
Just like him.
Two monsters.
Two stories.
One truth blurred by shadows.
And now—
I was trapped.
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Here is the continuation and
I stared at the cold metal bars in front of me, breath trembling.
My wrists still stung where the handcuffs had scraped my skin. The cell smelled of damp concrete and rust, and somewhere down the corridor, a prisoner was screaming.
Everything had spiraled too fast.
Only an hour ago, I had been sitting across from the police, exposing Myun-hyuk's crimes with confidence—his manipulation, his ex-wife's depression, the hidden threats, the orchestrated attack on Jao.
I thought I was winning.
I thought I had him cornered.
But then—
"She is not innocent."
Myun-hyuk's voice echoed in my skull.
I could still see him in the interrogation room, hands cuffed, blood on his lip yet smiling—smiling like he had been waiting for this moment.
"If I go down," he had said softly, "she goes down with me. Because she is part of this."
The officers turned to me slowly, suspiciously.
And then he played his final card.
Hidden recordings.
Photos.
Fragments of conversations twisted into weapons.
Financial trails redirected into my name.
And worst—worst of all—videos that made it look like I stood beside him, helped him, knew things beforehand.
My stomach twisted.
My palms went cold.
I had never seen those things—had never agreed to any of it—but he had manufactured a story that made me look like the mastermind hiding behind a victim mask.
The police didn't hesitate.
"You are under arrest."
Cold metal closed around my wrists.
My knees felt weak.
I screamed.
I fought.
I begged.
But they dragged me out anyway.
Now, in the cell, I felt like the world was collapsing.
I pressed my forehead against the cold bars.
"How… how did he do this?" I whispered.
My voice cracked.
My throat burned.
My hands shook.
I wasn't sure if I was trembling from rage, fear, or heartbreak.
Somewhere in another cell, Myun-hyuk laughed—a low, amused sound that echoed down the concrete hallway like a taunt.
He wasn't scared.
He wasn't panicked.
No.
He was enjoying this.
He had always been three steps ahead.
Footsteps echoed.
A guard stopped in front of my cell.
"You're requested for further questioning," he said.
I lifted my head slowly, my eyes red.
"Why? Haven't you taken enough from me already?" I whispered.
He didn't answer.
He opened the cell.
As I stepped out, I could feel the entire police station's atmosphere change—officers whispering, reporters filming through windows, the tense silence that followed high-profile criminals.
Criminal.
That word stabbed into me.
They thought I was one of them.
They thought I was like him.
They thought I killed Inkang.
They thought I manipulated Jao.
They thought my father's murder was tied to me.
They thought—
Everything.
My chest heaved.
As I walked down the hallway, I whispered to myself:
"This isn't the end.
He thinks he's destroyed me…
But I will make him regret the moment he ever touched my life."
My voice trembled, but my eyes were burning with a dangerous fire.
I wasn't broken.
Not yet.
I wasn't done.
Not yet.
Even if the whole world turned against me—
Even if I was dragged down to the same pit as him—
Even if our cells were next to each other—
I would survive.
I would stand again.
And I would destroy him.
No matter what.
The Next Day – Jail Quarters
The iron door screeched open, and the guards dragged me out of my cell.
My wrists were locked in cold metal, bruised from the constant tightening.
Across the dim corridor, another door opened.
Myun Hyuk stepped out.
Even in an inmate's uniform, he carried the same arrogant posture.
His hair was messy, his jaw bruised from last night's interrogation, but his eyes—
those cold, calculating eyes—
they were exactly the same.
We were stood face-to-face, only a meter apart, iron bars on both sides.
He smirked first.
"Look at you, wife."
His voice was low, mocking.
"Didn't expect you to end up here with me, did you?"
I scoffed, shifting my chin up.
"Didn't expect you to drag me down with you—but of course, that's what cowards do."
His jaw tightened.
"Coward?" he repeated slowly, as if savoring the insult.
"You played innocent so well, I almost forgot the monster inside you. Do you remember your father? The way he died?"
I stepped closer until the guard warned me.
"Don't talk about him."
Myun Hyuk leaned forward, lips curling.
"You think the police know everything?"
His smile widened.
"No. Only I know the things you hide. Your little lies. Your games. Your manipulations. You're just as dirty as me—maybe worse."
I grit my teeth, but my voice stayed cool.
"If I'm a monster, you created me.
You molded me.
Cornered me.
Used me.
And now you're scared that I'm becoming something you can't control."
He laughed—sharp, bitter, loud enough to echo.
"Control you? I never could. You were always greedy, always chasing attention, always ready to use anyone who reached out. Even Jao."
His eyes narrowed.
"You used him until he died. And you didn't even flinch."
I felt my fists clench behind the cuffs.
"I didn't push him into the water," I growled.
"But you… you ordered it."
"And you covered it," he shot back.
"You knew it would happen. You played both sides, wife. Don't pretend you're innocent now."
I leaned in, eyes burning.
"I will escape this. You won't."
He smirked again, too calmly.
"Let's see. The world thinks we're both devils now. Husband and wife, side by side in hell—perfect match."
I stepped back, my voice steady and icy.
"The difference is—I'll climb out of hell.
But you'll burn in it."
The guards tugged our chains, separating us again.
His final whisper followed me as they pulled me back toward my cell:
"We'll see, Ajin.
In the end… only one of us walks out alive."