Jina slowly opened her eyes as the first rays of the sun hit her eyes. She was in her tiny unit, lying on her bed. Her mind was a little dazed as she got up and yawned. Stretching her limbs, she tried to recall the strange dream she had. In her dream, she saw that the arrogant Doctor had moved next door to her.
"Ugh, what a bad dream," she muttered and got off the bed. She stretched her limbs more to get rid of the tiredness, ready to welcome a new day. For years, she maintained a healthy sleep pattern, waking up early in the morning to enjoy some blissful moments of the morning sky.
The small unit she rented was airy and open. When she moved in, there was only one window so Jina paid for it to be widened so that she could see the neighborhood from it. The walls were painted a soft pink shade with pictures of her family hung on them. She had installed colorful fairy lights which hung from the ceiling like a miniature chandelier, illuminating the room in the darkness.
A small white dresser stood beside her bed where she kept all her cosmetics and accessories. She had a lot of them because at times when her parents were in town, she would have to attend their parties and she needed to put on makeup for those occasions. But she rarely needed makeup. Her skin was fresh and smooth.
She was almost doll-like in appearance, her fair skin being an envy for many of the officers in her precinct. They claimed it was all due to her rich upbringing but Jina's mother was also quite beautiful despite being a working cop. And her father was also a handsome hunk so she got both their genes.
Even her brothers and little sister were blessed with the beauty genes of the Hwang's but no one in their family really cared much for looks. Her parents were more focused on keeping their kids grounded. Jina never made them worried but the twins were a handful. They constantly worried for the boys for living away from them but their aunt, Mina handled them pretty well.
I should check up on those two morons, she decided. She had the day off so she could visit the twins that day.
Jina washed up and got out of the bathroom, wiping her face. There was a small coffee making machine on her desk. She turned it on and brewed herself a cup of coffee before sitting on the windowsill to enjoy the view. It was only 6:30 AM in the morning but one of her favorite parts of the day was to sit near the window and watch the world outside her room.
The neighborhood she lived in was at the heart of the city where people from various segments of the society came to live. The rent in the area was cheap so there were mostly students, young professionals or large families living in the buildings nearby. When she moved in, many people were skeptical of her. They presumed she was a spoiled brat who would not be able to adjust with their lifestyle and was going to throw tantrums.
But Jina adjusted so well with them that everyone eventually accepted her as one of their own. They even forgot that she came from a money loving family.
She was happily sipping coffee, when she noticed something. A pale boy of around ten years old was peeking at the building. The boy wore a blue t-shirt with a guitar drawn on it. His eyes were on her, watching her carefully. Jina looked back at him. She raised an eyebrow and was about to open the window when there was a knock on her door, causing her to glance at it.
Who could it be at this hour? She wondered. She looked outside the window again but the boy disappeared.
"Open up, Ms. Cop!"
The familiar voice made her freeze. SHIT! She cursed in her head. It was not a nightmare.
The damn Doctor Demon was really her neighbor!
Composing herself, she opened the door to see Hobin standing outside her unit.
"What do you want?" she asked warily.
"Get ready and come with me," he ordered.
"Buzz off!" Jina snapped at him and tried to close the door but Hobin forced it open and barged into her apartment.
"WHAT THE F-" she began to yell but he held up his phone to show her an image. Jina stopped midway and stared at the picture.
"Last night, a kid was killed in this neighborhood," he revealed. "And his body was dumped in the trash can. Since you're the nearest cop, I thought you'd be able to investigate."
But Jina was still staring at the picture. It was the same boy whom she had seen only minutes ago.
"Wait outside," she stated. "I'll get dressed."
Hobin shrugged as Jina took out her clothes and headed into the bathroom. He goes outside to wait for her when a sudden pain jabs his head.
"AGH!" he doubled over, leaning against the wall. In front of him was a large vase with tiny mirrors attached to it. Gasping in pain, he briefly glanced at the vase and saw a pair of red eyes staring back at him. He thought he saw some strange wing-like things as well but before he could completely comprehend what he saw, the red eyes and wings vanished, leaving behind nothing but his clear black eyes.
Not again, he winced. Every time he felt these recurring pains, his eyes would turn red. It started when he turned 18 and even his mother and brother were unaware of this. They were already worried about him and there was no need to worry them any further.
"Curse that girl!" he gritted. He knew that his headaches were somehow related to the little girl he was dreaming of for the past few months. Who was she and what did she want? Why was he having dreams about her?
"What are you doing?"
He turned around to find Jina standing there, looking at him with suspicion. Hobin took a sharp breath and steadied himself.
"You're late," he said curtly. "We can lose valuable clues at the crime scene!"
"Don't you know how to talk to people?" Jina sneered. "Keep up with that attitude and no one's gonna want to help you!"
"As if the police could ever help!" Hobin shot back. "They certainly did not help when-"
He stopped short. There was no point in trying to explain anything to her. To him, the police force was always useless.
"Let's go," he ordered. Without another word, he walked off, leaving Jina to shake her head in annoyance.
"Brat," she muttered as she followed him.
"I heard that!" he claimed
"Good!" she shot back. "Brat!"
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The body was dumped in a trashcan only a couple of blocks away so Jina and Hobin walked there directly. A crowd had gathered but the CSI was already there, fending them off. Jina put on her gloves while Hobin did the same and they entered the crime scene.
The police officers had secured the body and put it on a stretcher. The initial investigation was already complete by the time they got there and the CSI officers were starting to pack up. Jina glanced at the boy.
"He's been strangled," Hobin commented. He squatted down to take a closer look. "There are signs of strangulation by a wire or something similar."
"The rest of his body isn't bruised," Jina commented. "The killer might have taken him by surprise."
Hobin checked the hands of the corpse. There were no signs of struggle other than the marks on his neck but the boy's nails were bloody.
"Did the Forensic collect the samples under his nails?" Hobin asked a passing CSI officer.
"Yes," the officer replied. "We've also gathered the photos and we'll send them to the department as soon as we're done here."
Hobin nodded and stood up. Jina ushered a rookie cop to her.
"What are the details so far?" she asked him.
"The boy is around nine to ten years old," he replied. "He's been strangled and dumped here."
"Any CCTV footage?" Hobin asked.
"None," the rookie stated. "This spot is secluded and the camera is broken as well. But one of the residents saw a black van last night pulling up in front of the trashcan and dropped off a large bag. The body was discovered this morning by the trash collector when he noticed the hand was sticking out of the bag."
"Where's the witness who saw the car?" Hobin asked.
"She's standing there."
The rookie cop pointed at a girl who was around 14 or 15 years old. She was wearing a school uniform which Jina recognized immediately.
"Dalton High?" she muttered.
"What is it?" Hobin asked.
"Nothing!" she claimed. "Let's talk to her."
They approached the girl who looked a little scared. Her parents were standing with her, clasping her hand.
"Detective Hwang Jina," she introduced herself. "And this is Doctor Ohm Hobin, Special Profiler. Can we ask your daughter some questions?"
"Our daughter is really afraid," her mother explained. "She's not understanding how to deal with cops."
"Don't worry," Jina assured them. "Nothing will happen to your daughter. We'll only ask a few questions about the van she saw. I know it might feel scary to her but I promise you that she's not in any trouble."
Jin turned to the girl and smiled. The girl was timid and awkward but felt somewhat relaxed in Jina's presence.
"What's your name?" she gently asked.
"Soobin," the girl replied. "Kim Soobin."
"Can I call you Soobin?" Jina asked. "You can call me 'sis' as well. No need to be formal."
Hobin observed the girl carefully. She had dark hair with dull eyes but her face was friendly. By her dialect, he deduced that the girl and her family were from another town and had probably recently moved to the neighborhood. However, the uniform she wore was expensive because the stitching was not just done by hand but he saw the initials of the designer on one corner of her skirt. As per his knowledge, only exclusive schools' uniforms were designed by that particular designer.
"Sis," Soobin began. "Me and my parents just moved to the city a few weeks ago because I got into Dalton High School. We don't know much about this place and I'm still learning how to navigate the area. Last night, I got lost around the intersection."
She pointed at a four road intersection just a few steps away from their spot. "Instead of going South, I ended up coming north. I was standing in front of that wall, scanning my phone's map for directions when I saw a black van stop by and throw something out. Since it was near the trash can, I thought they probably threw trash and drove off…"
Soobin trailed off, biting her lip.
"Most people wouldn't remember this detail," Hobin pointed out. "You were busy with your phone and lost. Your mind should have been elsewhere, not at a car which just happened to throw trash away."
He looked directly into her eyes. "There's something else, isn't there?" he guessed. "Something that caught your eye and made you remember the van quite vividly."
When Soobin hesitated, Jina asked, "Soobin, what else did you see? Please tell us."
"The person who threw the bag away was a woman," she revealed. "She was wearing a mask so I couldn't see her face but she wore a skirt and light colored shirt with really high heels. It seemed odd that a woman who looked so elegant and smart would be throwing out trash in the middle of the night. The woman did not see me because I was on the other side of the wall. She drove away afterwards."
"What else do you remember?" Hobin asked.
"There was some sort of black drawing on her left wrist," Soobin recalled. "It was mostly hidden by the sleeves but when she was dragging the bag, her wrist was exposed for a few seconds. I couldn't see the shape from afar but there was definitely some kind of black tattoo on it!"
"Black tattoo…" Jina secretly glanced around to see if the ghost was anywhere nearby but he was nowhere to be seen.
I'll have to keep looking for him, she decided.
Meanwhile, Hobin took off his gloves and reached out his hand for the girl to shake. "Thank you for your help," he said with a charming smile.
The girl was a little mesmerized by the handsome man. She paused a little before shaking his hand.
Instantly, he read her memories. Useless images of a light haired idol named Minyoon were flashing by until he reached the last bit about the night before. Her story corroborated with what she had said. There indeed was a tattooed lady but as Soobin said, she was standing too far to see the face and tattoo properly.
"Are you heading to school now?" Jina asked Soobin.
"Yes, but I'm running very late," Soobin murmured.
"I can drop you off," Jina offered. "I'm planning to stop at Dalton High on the way."
"Oh," Soobin said. "Okay."
"I'm coming too," Hobin casually said.
"The hospital is on the opposite side!" Jina gritted.
"I know," he shrugged. "But there's this really hot girl who sells casseroles in front of the school."
"How do you know that?" Jina frowned. "You've lived abroad all your life! How do you know about the casserole girl?"
But he simply winked and walked off.
"He's really cute," Soobin remarked.
"He's annoying!" Jina groaned. She motioned at Soobin and said, "Let's go."
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