Suga didn't want to mess up today. He knew what had just happened to him needed more thorough investigation, but deep down, he felt that this wasn't the right moment for it.
He sat quietly in the car, waiting. When he saw Zion approaching, opening the door, and sliding into the driver's seat, Suga turned his head and looked at him weakly.
"... So, what did the police say?"
Zion's expression was undeniably pissed, his brow still creased. "They can't trace anything. The location the culprit gave has no CCTV at all. Suga, have you ever upset anyone? If so, tell me who. Or maybe you've crossed paths with someone suspicious— I need you to tell me everything. Write down every single person you've interacted with and give me the list."
"..."
"They had a syringe and were planning to take your blood. I can't even imagine what the real motive was behind whoever sent him... It's so bizarre. So tell me, who have you been dealing with lately?"