Fear:
An unpleasant emotion that courses through the nerves of your brain caused by the apparent threat of danger, pain, or harm.
Everyone has a fear. Fear of the dark, Fear of heights, fear of change, fear of stopping, and the list never ends. Some...
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The scorching sun burning up the concrete streets as it brought light into the scenery. A hot afternoon, teens planning to go to the beach with tons of ice cream to hog on. A bright day, illuminating the usual cloudy one.
Brightness is symbolically equivalent to happiness, joy, and any heart-warming feeling. The sun glowing off of everyone's faces, their bright teethy smiles shining across the distance. Laughter ringing in most's ears.
But the city of beaches, Busan wasn't its happiest today.
A protruding pipeline attached to the rough imperfect walls of the alley that was so unfondly spoken of. Reaching a height of not more than ten feet, a thick jute rope was tied tightly around it as it lifted a luckless weight. Right along the pipeline, a body hung. Her throat fastened with the same jute which curled around the other end of the pipeline. Her head falling on her left shoulder as her hair fell over half her face. Her mascara ruined as it now ran down her dirty cheeks. Her nude heels hanging off the sole of her feet. Her white blouse now stained with her crimson blood as it devoured the pricy cloth. Her blue finger standing out from her remaining pale ones with 'JJK' slashed across her forehead flawlessly.
Her knees and elbows darkened with the red hue.
The zip tie was there, wrapped around her ring finger painfully tight.
The scene so violent, a contrast to the sunny skies.
Her arms fell weightlessly from her shoulders as the officer on the ladder next to her tried to grab them. As he held her shoulders lifting her up to cut through the tense rope with his handy dandy pocket knife.
She was now laid on a stretcher. Her age not more than twenty-three, her young face a complete and utter mess.
Looking at her you could feel the pain she endured. The way she might have screamed begging to live her life. The way her tears might have run as she pleaded for her breath.
Cameras flashing by as they tried to get a picture as clear and vivid as the actual corpse laying in front of them.
There was one thing the officers were glad about and that was the absence of press. There were only ten to fifteen officers and detectives on duty as the remaining were busy feeding themselves lunch.
Soo-young, the forensic investigator had her feet planted to the ground as she sat on her calves. Her hands pulling apart the victim's hair strands looking for a scrape that was there. The bloody scar on her scalp was evidence that she was dragged. But, there was no blood found nor were there signs of it being cleaned up. Luminol was useless.
This was getting more stressful as the day passes. The entire residency of Busan knew of this case it was only a matter of time till the news reached the big cities. If it reached the news of Seoul, there would be more officers with even more pressure pushed onto them.
