MR. KANG HWANHEE, what did you see or hear during the incident? Is there anyone we should keep an eye on?
"you're going to have to be more specific," he taps the table for emphasis before leaning back in his chair—not in a rude manner, but not in a kind one, either. they've been going at this for nearly an hour, which is too many minutes more than he had been promised; they're wasting his time, asking rounded questions, fiddling with minor information, poking empty holes. what did he see or hear? shallow. the "incident" had occurred on the night of one of the most extravagant and over-blown parties of the year. detectives assigned to such a high profile case, of all people, should know that a reiteration of everything that had happened, in detail, would be near-to-impossible. especially when most attendants had been drunk off their asses.
he's always been polite with law enforcement, but his patience is dwindling, and fast.
a small sigh is made audible as hwanhee checks his phone for the time: he's late for a meeting. "look, like i said earlier, i didn't notice anything suspicious. i barely even remember seeing the yangs." he'd maybe seen one of the kids (the college student?) near the entrance, and was about it. didn't think much of it. "a lot of attendants were consuming alcohol and disappearing to-and-from vip rooms, so it was hard to keep track. all i did that night was keep an eye out for my siblings, meet my girlfriend, and drink with a few friends."