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Meon Jong began to drive as the woman beside him went over the case files, the darkness of the city creeping out as they emerged from the N.S.P.A. parking garage. Though the sky couldn't be seen from the depths of downtown it could be felt- the sunlight light that usually krept through the skyways and roads and building arches replaced by artificial adverts lighting up the spaces- bright, blinding so, but not nearly as bright as the sun.

"My contact got back to me," Jong interrupted as Park recited boring case notes. "He knows where the crime scene is. He also knows who the only witness to one of the murders is... Neo-Puna man on a teacher's visa, goes by the name Johnny Radish." Jong glanced up at Park. "Still don't have an address on him, think your friends in tech can search him up?"

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"Wow," A Korean man in the park lot said, wiping away the sweat on his brow as he glared at Amen's car. "Employees only!" With a grunt he pulled out his phone and began to dial the police....