Then she found the information about Seok which was posted last year.
Her eyes moved fast, reading every word on the screen.
She kept scrolling down, more and more, her hand rolling the mouse again and again. Scroll, stop, scroll again. Her face was changing, her lips curling, her eyes glowing. She was getting excited. It felt like she got the missing link, sothing even the police didn’t know yet.
She read it. There was a case against both of them. A girl was found injured in the gym room and later she died in the hospital.
Then she found another case. A boy got in accident after he exit the sa karaoke club. Witness said Seok forced him to drink alcohol but later those witnesses pulled their statents back and the case was closed.
Han’s breath got louder. She quickly looked back at Kang’s file.
Her hands flipping papers fast, spreading them on the desk.
She found it, the student who did suicide.
Her hands flipping papers fast, spreading them on the desk.
"There... the student... the one who did suicide," she muttered, eyes moving quick.
Her finger tapped the line again and again. "In the letter... he ntioned Kang... and his friends..."
She froze, her lips parting, her voice lower now.
"But... the day of hearing... the note... the note was missing."
What police found was the suicide letter, in which he ntioned Kang and his friends, but on the date of the hearing the crucial evidence, the suicide note, was missing.
Her hand slamd on the desk. The papers jumped in the air and fell down again. Her eyes were wide, burning with excitent.
"Yes... yes... they’re all connected."
She stood up from her chair, breathing fast, her voice loud now.
"This... this is it... it’s not random... it’s not a school gang fight... it’s not so assassination..."
The caraman just stood there, mouth half open, his cara hanging down. He looked at her like she went crazy.
"What are you even saying...? Noona" he muttered, scratching his head.
But Han didn’t even look at him. She was smiling, her lips stretched, her eyes glowing.
"No... this is bigger... soone killed them all because they escaped the law... soone out there doesn’t forgive... soone is giving their own justice."
Then next mont, Han stord into the office, her hair was flying, she grabbed the files tight in her hand, her steps loud on the floor as she rushed straight to the editor’s room.
"Chief!! I got it!! The scoop of the year!!" she shouted, her chest rising and falling.
Before the editor could even raise his head, the caraman ca running, almost tripping, phone waving in the air.
"Han-noona!! Noona!! Soone already dropped it online!!"
Han’s head snapped, eyes wide. "What?!"
The caraman shoved the phone in her hand.
"Look! The headline— it’s already viral!!"
Her lips trembled. "Tch... tch... no way... already..."
Han’s hands shook as she held the phone. Her teeth bit down on her nail, hard, her eyes running left to right quick across the screen, scanning the words like she couldn’t read fast enough.
[ SERIAL KILLER STRIKES AGAIN ]
[ TWO STUDENTS DEAD IN KARAOKE CLUB ]
She scrolled, words flashing in her eyes — psychopath, lunatic, monster, thrill of killing.
Her jaw clenched. "Wrong. All wrong!!" she yelled, slamming the phone on the desk. Papers jumped.
The editor frowned. "Han! Calm down!"
Han’s eyes burned, her hand pressed against her chest, then she laughed, low, shaky at first.
"Heh... hehehe... they don’t know... they don’t know anything!!"
She spread Kang’s file, Seok’s file, Kim’s file on the desk, papers flying like wings.
"This isn’t random... not a psycho... not a gang fight... this is sothing bigger!! It’s justice!! A serial judge walking among us!!"
The caraman gulped, sweat dripping from his temple. "Noona... you’re scaring ."
Han slamd her fist on the desk, her voice sharp like a blade.
"Scared? Then good! Because today the whole country will be scared when they read MY article!"
The editor, an old man with round glasses sliding down his nose, looked up from his papers. His brow twitched.
"Han, what the hell is this? You want to publish a fairy tale? A judge hiding in shadows? You lost it?"
Han leaned forward, files spilling across his desk. Pages slapped open — Kang, Seok, Kim, and others three nas written bold, red underlines everywhere.
"Look at this. Six bodies. In just three days! All of them, sons of rich families. All of them, escaped justice. Their victims died, their cases buried. And now? Dead. All dead."
The editor’s eyes moved fast over the papers, his lips pressed tight. He looked up, squinting at Han.
"So... you’re saying it’s not a psycho serial killer? Not so random kid fight? Different... sothing totally different?"
Han slamd her hand on the desk, her eyes burning.
"Yes. A single man. With a motive. With a reason. He’s not killing for fun. He’s delivering justice."
Han’s eyes burned with excitent as what she was going to say next.
"This is judgnt. Soone is delivering punishnt, one by one. He’s not a killer, he’s a Judge. An Underworld Judge."
The editor flinched at the words. His hand trembled over the papers.
"Han... you want to call him a judge? If this is wrong—"
Han cut him, voice rising, almost laughing.
"Wrong? I’m right! I’m first! Others are calling him psycho, serial killer... trash writing. But ? I’ll show the truth. He’s different. He’s a shadow in the night, giving justice where the court failed. The people will eat it up."
The editor leaned back, glasses shaking as he pushed them up. Sweat ran down his temple.
"This... this will shake the country, Han."
Han’s lips curled into a smirk. Her voice dropped low, confident.
"That’s the point, Editor-nim. By tomorrow morning, everyone will know his na."
She grabbed a pen, wrote bold across the headline draft, her voice sharp as she said it out loud:
"The Underworld Judge."
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