hello again.
@euntaesr
for a girl who had an immense amount of pride in her job and what it entailed, it wasn’t like she never had her doubts about it. though many of the residents in iri were way to accustomed to the strange happenings, it wasn’t as if they were never questioned or if a new mystery didn’t dominate the talks around coffee in the early mornings as people tried to re-navigate their day for the third time that week.
for ryuwon, those thoughts were often amplified in her mind, given the longer she worked at the police department. sometimes things worked a bit too well, sometimes files went missing too often, sometimes budgets didn’t add up and funds were missing, and sometimes when she went into the archives to look for something, some facts didn’t quite match up or looked like they were hastily written to cover something. of course, she never questioned those things, out of slight fear, but also to protect herself.
so when she heard her seniors talking about uprising!, a new podcast that had sprung out of nowhere devoted to uncovering the truths about iri, she stayed silent, but tuned in when she was her squad car alone, listened to past episodes while getting ready for work in the morning. waited for the hype and sudden interest to die down, waited for it to be dismissed by adults among her as something done by young people to entertain themselves.
and then, and only then, did she begin to act.
an envelope here and there of information she had quietly been storing in her mind for many months, a small package of papers with annotations written in her non dominant hand (her left) shoved into a mailbox late at nights before the roads changed, all signed anonymously with a small doodle of a ghost on the upper left side. she did this for a long time, hoping that with every truth she helped them uncover, her town would get better and things could be explained.
reasons for her anonymity were for two main reasons. one, for her own job and safety-god knows the amount of trouble she could be looking at if her identity was discovered, and two, because she had been avoiding son euntae, the founder of uprising!, for the better part of four years, and wasn’t ready to face him or answer any of his questions. not yet.
but all secrets must come to light, something she was about to learn as she tried to push the fat envelope through the mailbox designated for the podcast for tips and the like on a cold night. her fingers we beginning to go a bit numb and her cheeks reddened as she struggled to push the envelope through with a groan of annoyance. “you would think they’d get a bigger mailbox slot by now,” she whined, kicking at it a couple times. half of the envelope was still sticking out, and she couldn’t take the risk of some bystander taking it, so she tried again, only to give up with another swift kick to the wall. she only froze when she sound of a loud voice stopped her, probably one of the members demanding to know who the strange girl was cursing and kicking at their mailbox.
she panicked a bit inside, trying to come up with a bullshit story to cover herself when she finally looked at the person, the scarf that had been wrapped around most of her face to conceal her identity falling away from her face. her eyes went wide, cold hands balling into fists as she looked at the very person she had been trying to avoid. “oh,” she said quickly, reaching to pull out the packet, quickly hiding it behind her back, “is this the mailbox for uprising? it was supposed to be for the place down the street, sorry about that,” she gave a hurried laugh, trying to slowly back away so she could get out of there.