I didn't know him personally. [ Nearing something suspicious, but he finds he does want to share this story. He hadn't had the courage to explain it in detail to the man's daughter, during their sparse correspondence. Too cruel. ] His name was Mr. Joon. An immigrant, strong-armed into money laundering. His higher up pinned some missing funds on him.

They fed him to an alligator.

[ No fucking joke. ]