"Fucking hell, just die already!"
The rapid clicking of my keyboard echoed through my neat apartment in the most expensive house in Seoul.
Tsk!
"That bastard Allen just had to die before I caught him, and now this Allen doesn't want to die."
Those words slipped from my lips as I slammed the keys harder.
Snap!
My finger cracked against the keys, but I couldn't care less.
Allen Park.
The one the world now knew as the legendary programmer.
I'd known him as a kid—the kind oppa who bought food and shared it with the other slum kids. That was until he vanished.
Back then, I thought he had been kidnapped or sold.
So I became an FBJ agent, climbed the ranks, solved many cases, but even then I couldn't find him.
The oppa who was kind to me, and the person who had saved me many times.
So, I gave up.
Not on my feelings, but on the chase.
Maybe the heavens saw my pain and brought something to fill that gap.
The Night_Hawks.
