:Ha...following me with cameras won't assure him.

(We informed the accused that recording was necessary for security purposes.)

: Then do it in a way you can't see.

Pardon?

: I'm a murderer. Do you need me to spell it out to you to the letter?

(We honoured her request partially. The following paragraphs are written from a third-party perspective.)

She bent down to her child's level. His shirt was still stained blood, teeth chattering a minute per second. He had carefully been wrapped up in a thick cardigan, coupled with a fluffy towel. Due to the heating wasn’t working within the station, so personnel got creative with this. His eyes stared into nowhere, with the other’s words – man or woman – going unheard both physically and mentally. He is very reluctant towards being approached, but as his mother arrived sharpness appeared in his eyes again.

Kneeling down to his level, her eyes fell towards us one more time before beginning to whisper to him. His mouth stayed in a straight line momentarily, before beginning to quiver like an arrow yet to fire. Her reddish-brown strands tickling the floor. It was an ‘intimate’ moment between mother and child, though her expression couldn't be seen.

Only that her lips kept moving, and he flinched afterwards, becoming more aware of his current station. His hands fell to his ears in a seemingly familiar movement to block her out. While she stood up, looming over and observing him.

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“Dokja.”

The metallic tone that sounded finality. A makeshift blanket dropped haphazardly on the floor as she already began to be pulled and removed from the area. He continued gasping for air, sweat becoming more visible. Pushing an interviewer aside, he only leaned by the dimly lit exit watching her figure disappear into the dark. Then, like before never happened, he was capable of answering questions. ‘What was your life like till now?’ ‘Do you trust the police?’ ‘Do you know anyone besides your parents?’ so on, and so forth. Just enough to find their next of kin. It would be a wonder if he could testify at all anytime, not to mention her sentencing due to personal involvement. When left alone,he often repeated this.

"I.. I didn't."

The staff who suggested her involvement was harshly reprimanded, as well as set on probation. We advised his relatives to be careful in lieu of his mental state, as well as additional details if they wanted to claim assets, finances as well as negotiating with the insurance company.

*Note. Investigation concluded, Lee Sookyung is guilty of first-degree murder as well as obstruction of—

Thank you for reading.

This concludes [Memoirs Of An Underground Killer]. We’re grateful for our collaborators being able to help us reconstruct this crime, tragedy and story from those who live underground, faced with endless walls whether man, woman or child. Once again, we’d like to restate that in line Republic of Korea’s laws, Criminal Procedure Act, Korean Copyright Act and Public Disclosure Act were all met and at the time of publication legally compliant with. This is licensed for commercialisation.

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Who thought it could end in such a manner?

The light from this cubicle was just bright enough to be confused with daylight. I suppose I should thank them for allowing me to get some air.

… ‘What matters isn’t the letters, but where they lead you.’

I ended up thinking of that old phrase while waiting in prison. Everyone else had long since cut ties, since I was a ‘murderer’. Oh well..it’s been awhile since I was at the forefront of an narrative like this. I wondered what kind of reporter it’ll be, wanting to revisit such an old drama. That or those guards were playing a trick, but indeed they weren't lying.

「 The door opened. 」