Yellow for violence still warm on the skin. Gray for the ones who launder cruelty into paperwork. Dark red for hands that have already taken a life. And pure white, cleaner than innocence, around the man who signs the orders. Detective Henry Kang lays down his badge the day he understands what the white actually means — and what color is beginning to crawl across the back of his own hand.
Yellow for violence still warm on the skin. Gray for the ones who launder cruelty into paperwork. Dark red for hands that have already taken a life. And pure white, cleaner than innocence, around the man who signs the orders. Detective Henry Kang lays down his badge the day he understands what the white actually means — and what color is beginning to crawl across the back of his own hand.
Yellow for violence still warm on the skin. Gray for the ones who launder cruelty into paperwork. Dark red for hands that have already taken a life. And pure white, cleaner than innocence, around the man who signs the orders. Detective Henry Kang lays down his badge the day he understands what the white actually means — and what color is beginning to crawl across the back of his own hand.