#woobinxfox

Seated at the retro styled booth in the small, out of the way diner, a simple brown file folder gripped within her fingers, Haebyeol glanced anxiously towards the large window at her side. She had called the man she now waited for, a Fox Mulder, only the night before, his name arising in every unsolved, indescribable case she seemed to find derived from the States. Luckily, the man was Korean born and as such seemed to be available for the short notice request.

She'd informed him briefly on the phone of her parents bizarre death, her brother's disappearance and the fierce desire from some unknown to cover up the details as quickly as they had surfaced. Of course, she had been a child at the time and if she held any memories of the horrific scene other than the images captured on films, she had repressed them deep, deep down.

Minhyuk just finished a job of his and was now walking home through the city with his headphones in, blocking out the sounds around him. He loved watching the city's busy nightlife but sometimes it was too loud for his taste, particularly at this time of the night. As much as his own job was oriented around the nightlife it didn't necessarily mean he liked it all the time.