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| Chapter Thirty-five |
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(A/N: had to split chapters so like that moment might be in the next one instead — I hope this chapter isn't bland, sorry for the wait :'D)

8k+ words](A/N: had to split chapters so like that moment might be in the next one instead — I hope this chapter isn't bland, sorry for the wait :'D)

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There were light echoes of footsteps and a familiar scent of chemicals. It was blurry and difficult to ascertain where she was at the moment with how it felt as though the breathings were closing in on herself. Was it her own? It was a calm heartbeat, yet it seemed like the one seeing all this was panning her eyes everywhere, darting them around to pierce through the unending nothingness of a dark place. Quite leisurely.

Curiosity and darkness soon crept toward her. Marble floors, a kid's shoes and what sounded like dangling of keys? She walked on ahead, now starting to run but without a sense of urgency when her head was suddenly listening to silent words. Someone was there and talking.

"Damn it, Sungwon how can you guys be so careless?!"

The person was shouting at her father. Startled, she felt a jump in her chest and an orchestral melody being hummed nearby but wherever she turned, it was dark. It was eerie. It was vague.

"Don't do it!"

Her father was shouting now. She could just tell.

"I'm sure none of us wants to make a single noise here today..."

Another presence she couldn't guess. And there was no sound in a dream, yet the hauntingly serene humming from someone was still there, lingering around her. Loudly. It made her want to shut her ears.

"Soyun, it's fine..."

Her father's voice was laced with apprehension.

"It's not."

Voices and sounds of boots pacing around grew clearer. She could see blurry reflections on the dark marble flooring as fear began to thrum in her chest.

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