02ㅣDeath
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A quietness flowed through the house, almost making you wonder if anyone was home. There was no sign of life, only a chilly air. I cautiously stepped inside, searching the house. But my boyfriend was nowhere to be seen.
When my certainty that he was home was proven wrong, I became incredibly anxious. For the time being, I had no idea where my boyfriend was. My hands were shaking because my boyfriend, who had always told me where he was going and who he was hanging out with, had no clue where he was.
A blanket in the dryer, an open closet, bedding strewn about, even a car key seemingly thrown on the desk. I began to wonder if she had left the house without her car. I decided to sit on the sofa and wait.
After waiting for several hours, it suddenly became dark outside. Even the house, which hadn't had any fluorescent lights on, seemed engulfed in pitch darkness. I sighed, got up from the sofa, and turned on the light. My vision, suddenly darkened by the light, darkened. I leaned against the wall for a moment, adjusting to the light, and finally, I could see clearly. Then, I saw a faint bloodstain on the floor. No, at first, I didn't think it was bloodstain. But upon closer inspection, I saw that it was indeed dried bloodstain.
My heart pounded like crazy. My boyfriend, seemingly missing, nowhere to be found, dried blood stains on his floor, signs of a hasty exit. I could only come up with two theories: either he was murdered, or he killed someone and then fled.
But the "who" and "why" remained unexplained. If the murder had occurred here, the "where" would be satisfied. The "when" was probably last night or early morning. Judging by the body's clean disposal, some time had passed. It seemed they'd tried to erase every last trace. But the two most crucial points remained unknown.
If my boyfriend had murdered someone, would he have had any reason to hide it from me, the closest person to him, and run away? But even if he had, why did he leave his car behind? To avoid the surveillance cameras installed everywhere on the road? To keep the car clean? Given my boyfriend's obsessive-compulsive disorder, it's not entirely impossible. But if he was going to dispose of a body, a car was a necessary component.
The more I thought and delved into the matter, the more complicated it became, and my mind became tangled. Ultimately, I returned home, unable to deduce anything and unable to find my boyfriend's whereabouts.