Hours pass in a blur of activity, the team working tirelessly to piece together Mi-sook's movements and identify any possible leads. We've been poring over CCTV footage from the surrounding areas, interviewing potential witnesses, and coordinating with other units, but frustration mounts as each potential lead turns into another dead end.
The atmosphere in the makeshift command center is tense, fatigue and disappointment etched on every face. I'm staring at a map of the area, trying to spot any pattern we might have missed, when Ko's phone suddenly rings.
She answers, her voice terse. As she listens, her expression shifts from weariness to alertness. "Everyone, listen up," she says as she ends the call. "We've got something."
The room falls silent, all eyes on Ko.