𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃 || 𝐊.𝐍𝐉

𝟷𝟺 | 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 ☽

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"You can't trap me in here for hours without an explanation!" I shout while gripping tightly onto the cold, black metal bars. It's illegal to lock someone up if they've done no wrong, and I haven't.

My head rests against the metal bars, sighing aloud and shutting my eyes. How can this get any worse?

The door to the room opens widely when an officer walks to my cell. He unlocks the jail door and lets me out. He leaves the room without a word.

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Sitting alone in a small room, the lights are dim. When the door opens and a man walks inside holding files, he looks at me with thin lips.

"Emiko," he begins while wetting his bottom lip. "It seems your case keeps getting dragged into your personal life."

When no response comes from me, he continues speaking.

"I have a proposal for you," he motions with his hand out of the window, and soon the door is opening once more. "There's someone I would like to introduce you to,"

The new stranger walks inside with a warm smile spread across his face. "I'm going to be taking over your case-"

"Why bother? You'll drop it, too. There's no point in doing a case," angry, exhausted, and hungry, today hasn't been my day. Going home and away from this damned police station sounds perfect, not wasting another hour listening to bullshit when my day has been wasted enough.

"Excuse me for stepping out of line, but it seems to me you're shit out of luck without someone's help, Emiko. As a police officer, I'm asking you to take his offer. You might end up behind bars for good this time." The officer admits, and the blood in my veins boil.

He purposely left me behind bars so that the situation would feel more real. What type of fucked up situation is that?

"Why do you care so much about what I do?" The chair falls behind me when my hands slam on top of the silver table. "What exactly makes you give a damn about me?"

The officer sighs. "You have a target on your head now, Emiko. The robbery was going to be staged, and you were going to be the one taken. People are putting up millions to have you in their hands after what all the beast has done to this country."

"How many times do I have to say I'm fucking innocent! I'm the victim here! I'm the one who should be protected! Matter of fact, I'm more terrified of the people in Japan than I am of the beast-"

"That shit will get you killed in an instant, Emiko. This is serious." He pauses. "Follow me,"

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He takes me to a dark room where a see-through glass is placed on the other side of the room.

"These are the men we arrested tonight," he mentions after calling for the men to be brought in.

Ten men walk in a single file line while standing still and facing forward. A height chart is placed behind them while their hands are placed in silver handcuffs and holding signs with numbers.

Scanning the faces, my finger points to the man holding the number seven sign.

"He's the one who ran away after the robbery. That's him." My voice comes out with a sense of comfort after realizing they caught him.

"Emiko," the police officer turns to face me with a grim expression. "All of these men were hired to capture and kill you after they tortured you."

That sentence sends a bone-chilling feeling through my very being. The hairs on my skin stand.

"This is no game. You need to get your case settled before more than your reputation is taken from you; it could well be your very life this time." The officer presses a red bottom and lowers himself to talk into the microphone. "Number seven, step up,"

The man who ran after the robbery takes a step forward, holding the black sign with a blank expression.

"State your name," the officer demands while straightening up.

The man's brown, messy hair hangs over his dull eyes. His jaw is clenched while his chest rises and falls without any discomfort. He's not nervous whatsoever.

He parts his lips before speaking. "Kim Taehyung," yet again, he speaks with a nonchalant voice.

The officer backs away and glances at me. "This is one of the men planning to kill you after the abduction. He would be paid five hundred dollars for your life. So tell me, Emiko... what will you do about your case? Will you drop it or will you let someone save you?"

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