"Is it a routine for you to open your mail four days after you get it?" Namjoon questioned.
"Nope, sometimes it takes up to two weeks." You answered back.
"Well these answer the questions we had if the cases were related or not." He says while looking through the photos.
"We had traced at least fourteen homicides to him, back when I worked in Busan."
"What is he doing here then?"
"I assume he's still strangling young women with piano wire. All the victims were left partially unclothed and all the swabs came back negative." You informed him.
"So, no intimate contact. Have you ever seen this guy?" Namjoon replied.
"No, no one has ever seen him."
"Well then we can't necessarily conclude that it's the same guy."
"C'mon, he sent me fucking pictures." She gave him a pointed look and stormed out of Namjoon's office.
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There was music playing in the background of a store. A young woman in the camera store was filming herself making odd faces. She quickly stops and shoves the camera down as she sees a man looking at her.
"Sorry." She tells him while looking at him.
"It's quite alright.You looked adorable." He says while showing a gummy smile.
"This film says it's for exterior sun light but how does it handle fluorescents?"
"I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about. I just work here." She states and smiles at him.
"You do film processing here." He tells her.
"Yes we do. One hour."
"Do you mind?" He asks as he holds out a camera.
"Not at all. What are you doing?"
"I'm gonna shoot pictures and you're going to process them." He tells her, pointing the camera in her direction while snapping pictures of her.
She awkwardly smiles into the camera and poses for him.
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Mystery / Thriller"We were never really strangers. We were more than that but we never realized until it was too late for us." This story is only for mature audiences.
