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5.Un conte d'hiver
[a winter's tale]

Lisa paced back and forth round the corner of the room, her palms brushing against her arms in a frail attempt to keep herself warm. Jungkook hadn't been acting himself lately; he would often skip meals and leave before sunrise, that often made her wonder what his cult was up to.

It was certain he couldn't just reserve an entire day devoted to her given the dangerous profession he was in and especially when she was just a helpless victim seeking refuge under his warmth. There were a lot of burning tensions perceptible around the borders of Busan, with the people being forcefully displaced from their homes and being brought to reside in the city squares. There were warning bombs sent off, the winter skies now turning darker and a grey smog hovering over the districts.

Jungkook certainly held something up his sleeve and somehow everyone knew it — but not her. Interrogating the servants didn't come handy either, as they were forbidden to convey a word of information to her if they were to prove their loyalty to their master.

Everything lay scattered in bits and pieces, like a giant jigsaw puzzle missing out on important clues that left Lisa confused on where to start from.

Today in particular, Lisa expressed a certain dizziness caused by her mind being consumed in its fog; her heart felt heavy all of a sudden, the sky was darker than usual — everything warning her conscience that something was about to go awry. She didn't realise it was already night time as her eyes began to droop.

"Mistress, I think you should take a rest." The elderly Min Soojung walked into a sleep derived Lalisa. "The weather seems terrible today....you think he would be back soon?" "Have faith mistress, everything will eventually fall back on its place."

Lisa somehow managed to shut her eyes close; but wasn't able to sleep. She heaved out a long sigh as she mindlessly stared outside the window, when suddenly felt a pang in her chest — knocking the air out of her. No, it wasn't a nightmare, her anxiety exacerbating second by second.

All of a sudden, there was a loud thud heard across the hallways in midst of the dreary silence. The effects were menacing, causing the ground to shake as though an earthquake had struck. There was a huge commotion and reduced screams heard downstairs, as Lisa carefully descended down, panicking with every step she took. There was smoke everywhere — with fire alarms gone off, penetrating through her ears as she walked through, her vision getting hazier. Someone grasped her wrist — threatening to let go of it. Twisting out of the tight grip, she somehow set herself free, following the voice of Soojung who later guided her into one of the underground bunkers.

It was around five in the morning when the scene slowly went back into silence, the servants already petrified to even step out thinking danger could still be lurking around. A few men of Jungkook's cult walked in, securing the bunkers which would perhaps be their hiding space to protect against the destruction from a few hours back. Some injured members were brought in, everyone gasping in surprise at the injured leader who limped towards an emergency room, escorted by two of his worthy men — Jimin and Jihoon.

To say Lisa was shocked would definitely be an understatement. Jungkook looked heavily wounded; his face covered in scars and blood stains. She wasn't going to be a silent spectator anymore — so she confidently moved out, firmly gripping against the wall to see Jungkook. She didn't bother to stop at the guard's commands either. There was a courage that surged within herself, urging her to contract her concealed fears.

Jungkook commanded everyone to leave when Lisa walked in, her face drained in worry and panic. "W-what ha-ve y-you done to y-yourself?" She frantically rummaged through the first aid box as he watched on.