in which someone completely
sane is stuck in an insane asylum.
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han jihyun was perfectly normal. at least that's what she thought. everyone else, on the other hand, seemed to disagree with her. that's why she was there, alone, in...
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"so tell us, what happened, from your perspective." the detective questioned jisung.
"i was just trying to get my sister out of the building as soon as possible."
the detective sighed, not liking his answer.
"thats not what i asked. now tell me, from the beginning. what happened?"
turning his head away, jisung was trapped in an endless storm of questions, each one occupying a bigger fraction of his mind than before.
what should i do? do i tell him? does he already know?
sighing in defeat, jisung gave up.
finally, he started truthfully answering the detective's questions, starting from what happened in the building to how he had made a plan to get his sister.
halfway through the interrogation, jisung found himself almost glaring at the detective who was nodding along as his story lined up with the one that changmin had told him.
he didn't like this. he didn't like any of this.
with each question asked, jisung felt each of them float around his head and begin to jab at him more and more.
"are we done?" he asked, body twitching to leave already after the hours of questioning that had passed. "just a few more questions-"
"detective i've told you everything!" jisung finally snapped, standing up and slamming his hand on the desk with impatience.
the detective flinched, looking up and staring at jisung with wide eyes before blinking and looking away, a small bead of unnoticeable sweat tracing down his forehead.
jisung was scary when he wanted to be.
gulping and coughing a little, the detective gathered himself before managing to form what looked like a glare towards jisung.
"sit down han jisung." the detective said, voice more firm than how he felt.
jisung shot an angry glare towards the older man before reluctantly slumping down into his seat.
secretly, the detective sighed in relief and glanced down at his discarded notes. picking them up, he gave a small smile to jisung who's eyes narrowed in response. within seconds, the two were back at their questioning and answering game.
when is this going to end? jisung pondered.
with each question, jisung felt sicker and sicker. each time the detective spoke, he was beginning to understand less and less. there was someone else in the room with them.
