TK_Selwyn

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?

I Can Hear a Serial Killer's Voice in My Head

I burst through the doors of the Seoul Metropolitan Police headquarters, my heart pounding in my chest. The familiar buzz of the precinct fades into white noise as I make a beeline for the elevators.

"Good to see you, how've you been?"

Colleagues call out greetings, but their words wash over me without registering. My mind is fixated on one thing: Choi's office. The painting. I need to see it.

I jab the elevator button repeatedly, impatient. When the doors finally open, I squeeze in, ignoring the startled looks from the officers already inside. As soon as I reach Choi's floor, I'm out, striding purposefully down the hallway.

I vaguely register Choi's secretary rising from her desk, her voice concerned. "Detective, do you have an appointment? Senior Superintendent Choi is very busy today-"

I brush past her, my hand already on Choi's office door handle.

The Real Work