AP | Epilogue

Special Management Unit, Violent Crimes Division.

Kang Chilhyun, serving in secret under the radar, flipped through the official documents handed to him. They listed the name, photo, and prisoner number of the special management target assigned to him.

[Special Management Target | Prisoner Number 4174 ( Seong Jaeyoon )]

The guy’s face was so neatly put together, he looked like a veteran actor from a weekend drama. As Kang Chilhyun scanned the personal details, he shot a puzzled question at the colleague who’d delivered the papers.

“Special assault… just a six-month sentence, and they’re putting him under special management?”

“Oh, you didn’t hear? It’s not just a special assault. It’s special murder and drug-related rape.”

“…Murder?”

“Yeah, you know that druggie the higher-ups were chasing? The omega who was a distributor? This guy was involved, but… tch.”

His colleague clicked his tongue in frustration, cutting off his explanation. It made sense— Kang Chilhyun felt his blood boil just thinking about it.

A dangerous drug that could make a morph’s pheromones go haywire in no time had been circulating underground. They’d spent ages trying to track down the production line, and the distributor—the omega who’d turned up dead just days ago—was the key.

“The higher-ups dug into it, and it doesn’t seem like 4174’s the real culprit. They’re keeping him locked up here to see if they can shake anything out of him until they catch the next lead.”

“So they let him slide on purpose. Got any guesses on who’s next?”

“Word is, 4174’s son was tight with that omega. They’re looking into whether the kid’s the new distributor.”

“Rich kid, right? If it’s his son, he’s some pampered heir. What’s he so desperate for?”

“What do you expect from a druggie? Common sense? You’d know better than anyone.”

Kang Chilhyun let out a dry chuckle at his colleague’s words. Before joining this unit, he’d seen all kinds of messes himself.

Most members of the Special Management Unit didn’t exactly have clean pasts. Many were former special crime offenders who served their sentences by working for the unit instead of rotting in a cell.

“Druggies are my specialty.”

Kang Chilhyun ran his fingers over the photo of Seong Jaeyoon attached to the documents. That pretty face seemed to get swallowed up by the snake tattoo on the back of his hand.

“Such touching fatherly love.”

For some reason, he had a gut feeling this prey would be especially delicious.

Alpha Prison [The End]