𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑, 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 ✰ 𝐥𝐣𝐧

CH. 3

Haneul's bored eyes scanned the room. It was an interrogation room located in the Neo Military Headquarters. Her violet eyes were glowing, sending daggers to the man in front of her.

They had put a handcuff on her hands and it annoyed her because they managed to caught her off guard.

"Jung Haneul, age 20, a Noir Mafia executive, is that correct?"

Haneul leaned her back towards the chair, folding the both of her arms. "Yes."

"What is your relationship with Son Hyunjoo?"

"Nothing." She answered simply.

The man raised an eyebrow, "but you were seen with her three months ago. No one have seen her with someone else other than you."

"Yeah so? Doesn't mean we're friends." Haneul deadpanned. 

The man rubbed his forehead in frustration. He was about to say another word when he heard a knock from the door. Once it opened it revealed a man with a brown three-piece suit with red necktie. He looked taller than the man in front of Haneul.

"General, what brought you here?" 

The man flashed a smile. "Colonel Renjun, I'll take it from here."

The man who Haneul assumed was Renjun then stood up before exiting the room. Then the man that just entered sat in front of her. He was the man from before, the man who took her here. She could already sense by his aura that he must be an important person in the Royal Military.

"First of all I have a few things to say," he announced, his voice as clear as glass. "Do not waste my time. I don't want this as much as you do so I would really appreciate it if you don't beat around the bush and by all means will answer to my questions. Am I clear?"

Haneul sighed, rolling her eyse. "Sure, whatever."

"Are you related to Son Hyunjoo in any ways?"

"No."

"Then why were you seen with her three months ago? Is she a member of the mafia too?"

Haneul groaned. "No, she's a disgrace to Noir Mafia."

The man nodded, taking notes. "So she was a member?"

"She's a fucking traitor that's what she was." Haneul snapped at him.

The man looked up, looking at her icy eyes. He sighed, resting his arms on the table. "Do you know where she is right now?"

Haneul pursed her lips for a few seconds before lifting an eyebrow, a cocky expression formed on her face. "Why do you want to know?"

"That is a confidential information."

Haneul grumbled in annoyance, holding back the urge to just punch the man in front of her. They had taken all of her guns and weapons so she couldn't attack him with those.

"Just tell me one thing," she said. "Do you want her alive or dead?"

The man seemed taken aback by her peculiar question. Nevertheless, he still gave her answer. "Preferably alive."

Haneul snickered. "That's a shame then. She's dead."

"Dead? How? When?" 

He bombarded her with questions. The King wouldn't be happy to hear that the prime suspect of his daughter's murderer was already dead. "Are you telling the truth?"

"Of course I am," she said, leaning her face closer against his. "I killed her myself."

The man was stunned- too stunned to speak. 

"You killed her?"

"Don't even bother asking for her dead body. I don't know, I'm not the person you should ask for. It's not my job to clean up the dead bodies," Haneul nonchalantly said as she played with her nails.

"So General," she said, mimicking the way Renjun called his name. "Let me go home now, will you?"

"You know I can arrest you right here, right now, right? You just confessed to a murder."

Haneul pretended to be shocked, covering her mouth with her palms. "Oh no, did I? Do you have any proof to it?"

She was right, they didn't have any proof. In fact, he didn't know if she was really telling the truth or not. But it was already late, so interrogating her won't take them any further.

He then took off her handcuffs, "we will see each other again soon, Jung Haneul."