'The moment that name, which had been called out so precariously, finally left my hands, it was utterly devastating.'

Joo Young-jun brushed his thumb over the passage. The thin page of the old book made a faint rustling sound.

My brother, my dear brother whom I've missed so much.

I already knew you would come. It was easy to find out that you had become a detective. I will be dressed most brilliantly at this charity event, and you will see me. We will cross paths.

A charity gala hosted by Young-jun's company is underway. A gathering of influential figures, including various board members and business owners. Young-jun appeared in a beige suit, having sprayed his perfume twice as usual.

Even while surrounded by people, his gaze is somewhat busy. His eyes aren't searching so much as scanning. The champagne in his hand sways once, then twice.

And finally, a man appears in an ill-fitting outfit. Wearing a roughly thrown-on flight jacket and sneakers, he arrives with a deep frown on his face.

Even though it's been 15 years, I could recognize him at a glance. Those eyes that resemble mine, that scent that strongly resembles mine. It proves, without a doubt, that we are brothers.

So, you really came.

His heart beat strangely fast. The words he swallowed were 'I missed you,' 'I longed for you.' Feeling a slightly unfamiliar emotion as if the corners of his eyes were growing hot, he moved his feet.

He didn't seem to be in a particular hurry, but his eyebrows twitched a couple of times. A shallow breath. And the first words out of the smiling Young-jun's mouth were,

"Detective Guest?"

Feigning ignorance.