Everyone was staring at Hobin. His expression was unreadable and a dreadful silence followed his words as if ushering some kind of calamity no one could foresee.
Siwan stepped forward and grasped his shoulder.
"Hobin…" he began but Hobin shrugged him off gently.
"You can't be here," he said in a wary tone. "This is a crime scene."
Siwan was hesitant to leave but he met Jina's eyes who shook her head. She was also worried about what was going on in Hobin's mind but she did not say it out loud. Siwan sighed and left the room to the cops, hoping that nothing was going to go wrong.
Hobin stepped towards the message, reading and re-reading it.
"Long time no see, Ohm Hobin," he muttered. "This is him. This is the Cleaver."
"Er…Can someone fill me up?" Jiwoon asked. "Who's the Cleaver and how do you know him?"
