"Ahhh" a scream that startles every one in the neighbourhood but they all knew who it was
Yu baek
The worst rated detective in the city who solved 0 cases but has caused over 30 cases to be closed as he accidentally destroyed key evidences .
Even the police commissioner has banned him from entering any crime scene
"That cocky bastard allows thinks he some genius it's true that he has solved many cases when he was in high school but moment he becomes a detective he loses his touch
I knew it was fluke and luck that those cases got an end"
[baeks house]
Son wakes up ready to handle anothe day he heads to the nearby coffee shop to get a coffee and tries his charm on the barista
"Hey beautiful how you doing"
A shoe emerges approaching at raging fast speed and hits YU and he fells to the floor
"THIS IS the last time you get free coffee i ask you one thing but you go and cause mess worth 30,000 yuan" shouted the owner
"I'm sorry please forgive me " says Yu as he enters a groviling position
But that did not matter she kicked him out on to the street and banned him for life
Yu now distained and injured enters his office which looks like a storage closet as it used to be a storage closet and he turned it into his office
Dirt and coffee stains filled the floor and the furniture loos like it was stolen from a house in the 19 century
Mold filled the desk and bird poop filled the windows
As he sat down waiting for his next case,
Hours passed but no one came
Until his friend had arrived who was a police officer and would occasionally come on his breaks he wasn't that high of a rank In the police force
Not that smart not that good looking just a man with brown hair and blue eyes with a skin like Sasquatch
He enters and asks
"Any new case"
"Hah that's funny you know after the police put out ad saying not to go to my firm
There has been any case" replied Yu
"Oh right " with discerned expression
"But the police force is working on a new case a murder case
More than 10 people died to a murderer who killed the victims using a crow bar."
Yu then with a curious face asked" A crow bar, really"
His friend explains " yes really this guy is a master criminal and not only that all of them died a horrible and painful death"
Yu asks" can you take me there please I beg of you"
After hours of begging his friend finically agreed to take him so he calls his supervisor who allows them after hearing his bringing
A detective but does not ask who was it
Yu enters the scene of the crime all he sees are sketch art of the recent murder
When asking the supervisor what had happened
"So basically at 7 his wife had left home and when she arrived at 10 pm he as on the floor dead
From investigation he entered through the balcony into the house and hit him on the back of his head when he was standing as he sustained injury to leg
Then he was repeatedly stabbed with th crowbar and his ribs was ripped out
A killed to injury to neck
Yu left to go home after hearing this
When he got home he kept thinking on this murder why did it happened
Yu Baek stared at the ceiling long after he had returned home, his mind refusing to settle.
Ten victims.
One weapon.
One pattern of suffering that felt too deliberate to be random.
He had heard the details once, and already the shape of the case was changing inside his head. Not because of the wounds. Not because of the brutality. It was something else, something hidden under the violence like a nail under a floorboard, waiting to be found.
The next morning, he moved before the city had fully woken up.
He didn't go to the crime scene again. He knew better than to walk into another place where the police had already decided he was a disaster. Instead, he headed somewhere quieter, somewhere duller, somewhere people only noticed when they needed money.
City Union Bank.
A place like that had records. A place like that had numbers. And numbers, unlike people, never lied.
Yu stood outside the glass doors for a moment, watching employees move in neat, polished lines with their badges clipped to their chests. Then he straightened his coat, adjusted his expression, and walked in like he belonged there.
The receptionist barely looked up
The security guard glanced at him once and lost interest.
Yu let his shoulders relax. A detective didn't always need a warrant to open a door. Sometimes he only needed confidence and the right lie.
He approached the desk of a young employee sorting documents and flashed a polite smile.
"I'm the new hire from headquarters," he said smoothly. "They told me to review the loan files in the records section."
The employee blinked, then looked at his face, his clothes, the way he held himself with just enough certainty to be annoying. After a brief pause, he nodded and pointed Yu toward the back office.
The records room smelled like paper, toner, and old dust.
Rows of cabinets lined the walls, each packed with loan histories, payment schedules, approval slips, and overdue notices. Yu closed the door behind him and the smile disappeared from his face. In its place came the one thing that made him dangerous when he was serious.
Focus.
He moved cabinet by cabinet, pulling files, checking names, comparing dates.
It didn't take long.
The victims from the murder case all had one thing in common.
Debt.
Not small debt. Not the kind people talked about casually over dinner. These were the desperate kind of debts. The kind that grew teeth.
Loan after loan had been taken out in their names. Some had gone unpaid for months. Then, suddenly, in each case, the full amount had been cleared in one large lump sum. No gradual repayment. No normal financial pattern. Just a sudden, unnatural closing of the accounts.
Yu's eyes narrowed.
That was wrong.
People drowning in debt did not wake up one day and pay everything off unless something forced them to. Unless someone made them. Unless they had been dragged into a different kind of arrangement entirely.
Loan sharks.
The answer settled in his mind like a heavy stone.
The victims had likely gone to underground lenders when they could not pay. When they still could not repay, they had been killed. Or maybe threatened so badly they tried to run. Either way, the money trail did not end at the bank.
It led somewhere darker.
Yu pulled another file, then another, comparing the names against old reports, criminal rumors, and police records he had no business seeing. His friend, the officer who still sometimes visited him like he was a stray dog with a pulse, had once mentioned a name in passing and never thought much of it.
But Yu remembered.
A group tied to debt collection, extortion, and disappearances that never made the papers.
The Yakuza
The pieces clicked into place hard enough to make his head feel light.
The victims were not random. They had not all been killed by a single crazed criminal. They had crossed a line, borrowed from the wrong people, and when they failed to pay, the debt had turned into a sentence.
Yu closed the file.
He didn't smile.
He didn't look pleased.
He only looked tired in the way people did when they finally saw the shape of a rotten city.
By noon, he was already on his way again.
The place he found was not a flashy headquarters or a place marked with obvious threats. It sat half-hidden behind a row of businesses, quiet from the outside, the kind of building that looked harmless until you noticed the men standing around it with their hands in their pockets and their eyes dead and cold.
Yu walked straight in.
The room inside felt dense, heavy with smoke and old anger. Men sat around tables, some drinking, some gambling, some simply staring at him with the patient hostility of predators deciding whether a thing was worth tearing apart.
At the far end of the room sat the boss.
He was broad, still, and old enough to have grown dangerous by surviving too long. His face carried the sort of calm that only came from a life where people had bled in his presence. When Yu approached, the room quieted by degrees.
The boss looked him over once.
Then again
"I don't know who you are," he said, voice low and irritatingly calm, "but you've walked into the wrong place."
Yu held his stare
"I think you know exactly why I'm here.
A few of the men around the room shifted at that. One reached for a glass. Another leaned back in his chair. The air itself seemed to tighten.
The boss's expression hardened.
"If you're smart," he said, "you'll turn around now and leave while you still can."
Yu did not move.
He could feel the warning in the room, the way every body had subtly changed, every shoulder squared, every hand prepared to strike. But he had already stepped too far to go back.
"No," Yu said. "I came for answers."
The boss let out a short, humorless breath. "You came to die, then."
The moment Yu refused to leave, the air in the room changed. It wasn't loud at first. Just a shift—chairs scraping, bodies tensing, eyes locking onto him like he had already crossed a line he couldn't come back from.
Then someone moved.
A man rushed forward, fast and reckless, throwing a heavy punch straight at Yu's face. Yu didn't step back. He stepped in, caught the man's arm mid-swing, twisted it sharply, and drove his face straight into the table. The impact cracked through the room as wood split and glass shattered, blood spraying across the surface before the man even had time to react.
Another attack came from the side almost instantly. Yu ducked under it, his movements tight and controlled, and drove his elbow hard into the attacker's ribs. The sound was dull but heavy, like something breaking inside. The man folded, gasping for air, and dropped to his knees.
Before Yu could reset, footsteps came from behind. He turned just in time and drove a kick straight into the man's knee. There was a sharp snap, followed by a scream that cut through the noise. The body collapsed, dragging itself across the floor.
That was enough to set everyone off.
The rest of the room surged forward at once. Fists flew from every direction, chairs toppled over, and someone hurled a bottle that shattered against the wall near Yu's head, spraying glass across the floor. The space shrank instantly, turning into a storm of movement and noise.
Yu moved through it without hesitation.
A man grabbed his coat from behind, trying to hold him in place. Yu leaned back, shifting his weight, then suddenly pulled forward and slammed the man's head down onto the table. The impact echoed, and the grip vanished immediately. Yu turned, driving a clean punch into the man's jaw, sending him sprawling across the floor.
Another attacker charged in with a metal rod, swinging it down with full force. Yu caught it with both hands just before it landed. The shock ran through his arms, forcing his muscles to strain as he held it in place. For a brief moment, they were locked together, both pushing against the other.
Then Yu stepped forward and smashed his forehead into the man's face.
The man's grip broke instantly.
Yu ripped the rod free, spun it once in his hand, and struck. The metal slammed into the man's throat with a brutal crack, dropping him where he stood. Without stopping, Yu turned and swung again, the rod crashing into another attacker's shoulder, forcing him to the ground with a scream.
The fight had become pure chaos now.
Bodies collided. Furniture broke apart. Blood streaked across the floor as people slipped and struggled to regain footing. Someone tried to grab Yu from behind again, locking onto his shoulders, but Yu stomped backward, crushing the man's foot under his heel. The pain forced him to let go. Yu twisted free, turned, and drove a series of punches into his face, each one sharp and precise until the man dropped.
Another attacker rushed blindly toward him. Yu stepped aside at the last second, letting the momentum carry the man forward before driving a kick into his back. The force sent him crashing into a table, shattering it completely as he hit the ground.
The room started to slow.
One by one, the attackers fell back, either unable or unwilling to keep going. The noise faded into heavy breathing, groans, and the occasional crash of something settling on the floor.
Yu stood in the center of it all.
His tie hung loose. His coat was torn. Blood marked his face and hands, some of it his, most of it not. His breathing was heavier now, but his eyes were clear—focused, alive in a way they hadn't been before.
No one moved.
Then, slowly, the boss stood up.
The only one left who hadn't joined the fight.
Yu lifted his head and met his gaze.
And for the first time since entering the room