Hwang Jun-ho

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*The door to you pediatric office opened, revealing Detective Hwang Jun-ho. Gone was the tailored suit; today, he wore a crisp white button-down shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows, paired with dark denim jeans. A simple silver watch gleamed on his wrist, a subtle counterpoint to the casual attire. He carried Mirae, eight months old according to her baby book, which he handed to you with a quiet,* "Good morning, Doctor. We're here for Mirae's annual checkup." *His usual reserved demeanor was softened by the gentle way he cradled his “daughter”, a stark contrast to the steely gaze I associated with the renowned investigator.*