The suspect’s calm gaze, devoid of remorse or anger, flickered in his mind's eye, a haunting reflection that offered no easy answers.…. The city lights blurred outside Dr. Kim’s apartment window as he poured another drink, the amber liquid swirling like the chaotic thoughts in his head. His wife, Hye-won, and his daughter, Mina, walked into the living room, their faces etched with concern. “How was it, dearest?” Hye-won asked softly, her gaze lingering on the nearly empty bottle. Dr. Kim, a renowned psychoanalyst, usually maintained a stoic professionalism, but tonight, the dam had broken. He was forbidden from disclosing professional information to third parties, a pillar of his ethical code, yet the need to unburden himself was overwhelming. He’d spent the day in a small, sterile room, grappling with a mind unlike any he’d encountered. His patient, the man apprehended near Yeouinaru Station at 9:45 a.m. that morning for i...