Into the ashen night, of a billion stars, the serendipity of duality that is our shared existence, is both futility and eternal hope, the road that belongs to immortals.
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𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 In which a desperate police office...
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The sky was black tranquility married to a poetry of stars. It was the softness that called body and brain to rest and let the heart go to its steady rhythm. Night came as a reward of sorts, a restfulness above to calm the soul.
Y/n's soul was not calm however. Not a single cell in Y/n's body was calm. She had heard two gunshots and she knew. She knew Jun-ho couldn't have killed twenty or more people with only two shots. But she wished desperately that he had somehow managed a miracle.
Because she didn't want to think of any other outcome.
She had heard a splash of something hitting the surface of the water. It wasn't Jun-ho. It couldn't have been him. He was safe and alive.
