The station has quieted considerably as the clock ticks past 6 PM. I've been pretending to work on reports, my eyes constantly darting to the entrance. Finally, Yong appears, looking nervous but determined. He approaches my desk, a small evidence bag clutched tightly in his hand.
"Here it is," he whispers, sliding the bag containing Jin Dohoon's phone onto my desk. "We don't have much time."
I nod, quickly pulling on a pair of latex gloves before carefully extracting the phone. It's a high-end model, fitting for a computer science graduate. I power it on, relieved to find it unlocked - likely the work of the forensics team.
As mentioned in the report, the gallery is filled with photos of women, many of them explicit in nature. I start by checking the metadata of several images, hoping to find dates and locations. As expected from someone with Jin's background, this information has been wiped clean.
