“I’ll go to the scene, so you take a look around.”
“Yeah, I understand.”
“If we ever meet, be sure to contact me!”
“Wear your hat tightly so you don’t get caught right away.”
“Don’t worry.”
“Don’t get into trouble, and always be careful.”
“Be careful, oppa~”
“Let’s go quickly, one o’clock is urgent.”
Yesul went to the scene where she and Seokjin had died and continued to hover around it. Seokjin, on the other hand, continued to wander the neighborhood, reminiscing about the face of the killer he'd seen at the time of his death, and followed Yesul's instructions to follow him slowly if they encountered him.
The culprit always returns to the scene. That was true.
The sun was setting, and the sky was pitch black. Yesul and Seokjin, seemingly untiring, continued their respective missions, waiting for the culprit. In the early morning, with no one out and about in the alley, Yesul began to feel increasingly fearful. Perhaps it was the trauma of her death that left her feeling like her legs were giving out.
Just as I was starting to feel like giving up, I started hearing footsteps coming from afar. At this hour, there would be very few people passing through this dark alley with few streetlights.It wasn't the sound of a drunk person's footsteps, so Yesul focused all her attention on the sound.
A handsome face, neat and tidy attire. A normal person would have seen him as an ordinary office worker, just getting off work late, but Yesul was different. The moment I saw her, my heart pounded like crazy, and my legs felt like they were going to collapse.
The man who passed right in front of Yesul was the culprit who stalked Yesul and killed Yesul and Seokjin.
Yesul immediately contacted Seokjin, who, perhaps because he was nearby, came running. Taehyung's pace was slow, as if he was lost in thought. Seokjin and Yesul stood in front of him, blocking his path.
" what? "
“I thought you’d recognize me right away… but I’m a little disappointed?”
“How many years have passed and you don’t even recognize my face?”
“Han… Yesul?”
“I remember, I was almost disappointed.”
“You, how did you get here…?”
“I’m sure I killed him… and the body is still in the house?”
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