The Trashy PD Has To Survive as an Idol

There was no fanfare, no flashy sound effects.

I stared blankly at the final line that appeared, then muttered under my breath.

“...Did it work?”

[Yes.]

The system window spat out only a firm reply, offering no further explanation for once.

“...This is really the end?”

The box with “Yes” blinked, as if nodding.

For how hard I’d wracked my brain, the result felt almost anticlimactic.

I pressed the palm of my hand against my throbbing forehead, then got up.

I wanted to check on Seo Hojin. Whatever I had done, the consequences tied to him were mine to bear.

Only then did I realize how quiet it had gotten outside. I carefully opened the door.

The clock on the living room wall pointed to 4 a.m.