Jumyeon was waiting inside a room for the past two hours. He was at a small, dingy office space situated in one of the most congested areas of the city. It was right next to a crowded street market, so he could smell the stench of meat, fish and vegetables coming in through the window. He scrunched up his nose.
The wall clock struck 12 PM. The guy he was supposed to meet was a private detective who took up various cases and was apparently the best in the field. However, looking at his shabby office, Jumyeon had his doubts. The walls were greying and the paint was peeling off. The couch he was sitting on was damp and dirty. Jumyeon had to lay his scarf over it before sitting down to avoid getting dirt on his pants.
The door of the waiting room opened and an old, cranky woman in her late seventies popped in.
