The loss was stark, a void where sight had been. Yet, from that emptiness bloomed a strange connection – a merging with the artistry of decay. He became a conduit, his vision intertwined with the final moments of life, guided by a corpse ar…

He pursued the artist of the dead, the one whose vision mirrored his own.

The weight of accusation settled upon him, a suffocating blanket woven from suspicion and fear. He was a suspect, branded by an unseen hand, while the perpetrator, now conscious of his gaze, moved in the shadows.

The truth, however, was a tangled web. Secrets were exchanged, confessions made, and carefully laid plans began to unfold. A trap was set, a calculated move in a game of hidden motives.

He was fighting a losing battle, a desperate attempt to save Z and the junkyard owner from Jin-seop. The odds were stacked against him, each moment a struggle against the relentless tide of Jin-seop's malice.

Detective Choi made his way to Jin-seop’s studio, but the clash of their ambitions ignited a storm of complications.