Min-jun couldn't help but overhear the conversation as he checked the reports of the patients. They discussed the mysterious circumstances around Dong-hyun's death, their voices heavy with suspicion.
"You know," a familiar voice began thoughtfully, "I always thought that accident looked suspicious—like a setup."
Without lifting his eyes from his paperwork, Min-jun immediately recognized the voice as Jae-yun's, the twenty-seven-year-old architect who had become the ward's unofficial detective. Min-jun had gently limited Jae-yun's internet privileges, urging him to prioritize his fragile recovery from a recent heart transplant, yet that never seemed to silence him. He easily pictured Jae-yun adjusting his oversized glasses repeatedly, excitement sparkling in his eyes as he theorized aloud to the older patients who eagerly listened, amused yet intrigued.
