The corpse was beautiful, in a way only Rihan would ever admit to himself.
It was drained of blood, and the chest cavity opened like a textbook diagram. Scent glands removed so cleanly he had to admire the surgeon's hand. There were no torn edges, no hesitation lines.
He crouched low, cigarette trapped between his teeth, his hazel eyes absorbing every detail like he was cataloguing a work of art rather than a dead Alpha sprawled on dirty concrete.
He reached out and slid two fingers along the opened ribs, studying how deep the cut was. Whoever did this had control and patience.
That was rare.
"Rihan!" Minjae called from behind, breaking the moment.
"What did you find?" he asked, holding out a file.
Rihan didn't look up. "A very competent killer."
He took the file, flipping it open with one hand while still inspecting the cavity.
