Gangneung's dawn unfurled like a cold breath against the glass, leaving streaks of condensation on the hospital's windows. Inside, the world was a rhythm of footsteps and monitors, of whispered instructions and muffled coughs, of doors opening and closing as the day began its careful unfolding.
Seo Yoon stood at the nurse's station reviewing patient charts. Her posture was straight, her eyes steady, her hair tied neatly back. The fluorescent lights above reflected off the silver clasp of her watch as she flipped a page.
Today, Han Min Gyu would be moved to pre-op observation.
She noted the room change, the nurse schedule, the likely medication timing, and the standard shift rotation. It was just another day to everyone else. But for Seo Yoon, it was a line quietly being drawn.
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Han Min Gyu's laughter echoed faintly from his room as a nurse exited, shaking her head, forcing a polite smile. Seo Yoon glanced up, eyes sharp before softening again as she returned her focus to the chart in her hands.
He was a man who thought the world owed him comfort, who believed fear was respect, who had learned that cruelty was easily hidden behind money and noise.
Seo Yoon moved to the supply room, scanning the cabinets with practiced ease. Her hand hovered over a box of syringes, pausing as the door opened behind her.
"Doctor Seo."
She turned, calm.
It was a young intern, eyes wide, holding out a chart.
"Room 312 needs a signature."
Seo Yoon took the chart, signed, nodded, and the intern left, bowing quickly.
The door closed, leaving the room in quiet again.
Seo Yoon exhaled slowly, letting her hand drop to her side.
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Detective Hyun Woo sat across from the hospital's administrative officer, tapping a pen lightly against his notebook.
"You said each of the deceased was admitted at Haesin before?"
"Yes," the officer said carefully. "But these admissions were years apart, Detective."
Hyun Woo nodded. "Still. Patterns hide in the quiet spaces."
He closed the notebook, giving a tired smile before leaving the office, stepping into the corridor. He found himself walking toward the cardiothoracic wing, a place he had no reason to be except that his instincts pulled him there.
As he turned a corner, he saw her.
Seo Yoon was standing near the observation window of the pre-op room, her gaze fixed on the man inside.
Han Min Gyu.
Hyun Woo slowed, watching her. Her expression was unreadable, calm, professional.
She turned, meeting his eyes.
"Detective," she greeted softly.
"Doctor." He nodded, stepping closer, his eyes flicking to the window and back. "You look busy."
"Always."
A beat of silence settled.
"Everything alright?" he asked, voice lower.
She tilted her head slightly. "Is it ever?"
Hyun Woo almost smiled but stopped himself. "I suppose not."
He was about to leave, but something in the way she stood, the quiet set of her shoulders, made him hesitate.
"Take care, Doctor Seo."
"You too, Detective."
Their eyes met a moment longer before she turned away.
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Han Min Gyu's room smelled of disinfectant and the sour edge of sweat that clung to fear even when people pretended not to be afraid.
Seo Yoon entered quietly, checking the IV drip, the monitors, making a note on his chart. Han Min Gyu's eyes opened, a smirk spreading across his face.
"Pretty doctor," he drawled, "taking care of me herself?"
Seo Yoon didn't flinch.
"Rest," she said softly. "You will need it."
He chuckled, closing his eyes again, shifting on the bed.
Seo Yoon stepped back, observing the monitors for a moment longer before leaving the room, the door clicking shut behind her.
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That evening, rain began to fall over Gangneung, washing the streets in silver streaks beneath the streetlights. Seo Yoon sat at her kitchen table, a cup of tea cooling in her hands, the steam rising and fading.
She reviewed the day's notes, memorizing the shift schedule for tomorrow, the likely window when Han Min Gyu would be alone, when monitors would not be closely watched, when noise would not be noticed.
There was no fear in her heart, only a quiet certainty that hummed beneath her ribs like a second heartbeat.
Outside, the rain continued to fall.
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The next morning, she arrived early. The hospital was quiet at dawn, only the soft shuffle of nurses and the hum of equipment greeting her as she walked down the hallway.
She prepared her tools carefully, methodically, ensuring every piece was where it needed to be, every step clear in her mind.
Today, a line would be crossed.
A line that had always existed within her, waiting for the day the world's cruelty outweighed the silence she carried.
And when she stepped out of the prep room, her face was calm, her steps measured, her eyes steady.
The day outside was just beginning, the city unaware of the quiet war waged in its hidden corners.
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