Me too, [ Kim says, perhaps mistakenly assuming the much more rational interpretation of having gone hungry. It has never gotten to the point of absolute desperation, but he's well acquainted with hunger pangs and counting pennies at the local market, staring glumly into empty cupboards and wondering how far he could stretch the rest of it. Those times are long past him now, and he's not particularly eager to repeat them. ]

It's a good theory. But fortunately, one that fewer people are willing to put to the test than more violent ends. [ Absolute madness. Kim still can't quite believe that someone had gone to those ends, much to the lasting trauma of several people. Still, a bigger part of him can't blame them; it's been two months already, and here they remain, no closer to being able to figure out what's going on. ] Though I'm a little surprised that they chose to test murder before suicide.

[ If Kim were desperate enough to test the theory, that's what he'd do. He doesn't like involving others in his business at the best of times. But he's not willing to go that far. He prefers a slower suicide -- like what he's smoking right now. Thoughtfully, he taps ash from its tip onto the pavement below. ]

Were you involved in that mess?