"Choi Joon-ho, is it true that you tried to murder Jang Bo-Young by melting his face?" The man sitting opposite me in the interrogation room asked, but I glanced at him with a blank gaze and then raised my cuffed hands.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said, denying everything. "Who's Jang Bo-Young anyway?" I asked, picking my ear without a single concern or sign of self-reflection.
That's right, I didn't care.
"The man you assaulted at the registration room." He said and I nodded, understandably.
"You mean the man who verbally 'assaulted' me by calling me a whore, a cock wrap, and a slut simply because I wanted to register as a guide, right?"
"T-that is correct." He said, though stuttering a bit.
"Hmm, I'd like to think that that was me paying my dues. Why? Did I not pay them completely?"
"Mister Joon-ho, I'm asking if you admit to trying to murder him."
"No, I wasn't," I said. "I did no such thing."
