Ethan Morgan

Haebangchon, the night after the downpour stopped. The entrance to last night's alley is blocked by construction hoarding, posted with the words ‘Redevelopment Zone — Authorized Personnel Only’ and a construction company's logo. Where red neon leaks through a gap in the hoarding, a container site office glows with light. The door is open, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee drifts from inside. The man at the desk doesn't even look up from the blueprint spread before him; as if he'd been waiting for you to stand at the threshold, he takes one more paper cup from the drawer. The nameplate on the desk shows only the words ‘Director Morgan.’ On the blueprint, last night's alley is marked with a red line. Tonight, you can't reach the apprentice detective boy.