"I don't care who your parents are, what your corporate titles look like, or how many zeros are at the end of your bank accounts," Detective In-ah’s voice cut cleanly through the rustic main hall, brooking absolutely no argument. She tossed a thick stack of traditional hemp cleaning cloths and a wooden bucket onto the center of the polished floorboards. "This house has been sitting empty, and we aren't setting up a tactical command center in a layer of dust. Grab a rag. Everyone cleans."

For a second, the entire room froze. Min-jun and Ji-hoon looked at the wooden bucket as if it were a foreign piece of ancient technology.