Who Is It? | Treasure | SukHoon

11|Start The Accusations

Mashiho was fast asleep on his bed. Yedam on the other hand couldn't sleep at all. The voices from his ruined music still haunted him. He sighed frustrated as he kept turning to look for a comfortable position to sleep but it just wasn't working.

"I'm too scared to sleep." Yedam mumbled. He sat up throwing the covers off him. "Can I play some music?" He asked Yoshi who occupied the bed above him.

Yoshi couldn't sleep too so he was making himself busy with his tarot cards. He made a humming sound of affirmation to Yedam's request.

"Go ahead." He said.

Yedam got his phone and went to YouTube to search. He typed in music that can help him sleep. Then he clicked the first video that appeared from the results. The gentle calming music started playing. He placed the phone closer to his ear and closed his eyes to listen to it. He nodded satisfied but then he thought of something.

"Ghosts like music, though." Yedam muttered. He thought for a while then typed on the search bar again, music that can help him to sleep that doesn't attract ghosts.

While Yedam busied himself looking for music, Yoshi looked up from his cards. He eyed the other upper bunk bed which was empty. The owner of the bed was Asahi.

Asahi was still outside. He was at the art room, still in his uniform and busy painting on a canvas. It was dark and no one else was with him.

On his brush, he was using red acrylic paint. He made strokes and splotches with his fast working hand. The painting was still a working progress so whatever he was trying paint still looked too vague to be determined whatever it was. The red acrylic paint had a thick viscosity that would not flow or drip easily unless added with too much water. Or a liquid with less viscosity, however, the thick red paint that Asahi applied near the corner of the canvas started to drip down. He quickly took notice of it and stayed quiet. He was aware he had not used any water to make the paint drip down so easily like that. He watched it slid further down across the the canvas, leaving a red trail as it fell further. The drip appeared to turn more transparent and less thicker than acrylic. It soon reached itself at the very end of the canvas and flowed further onto the wooden easel.

The red drip proceeded off the edge of the easel and finished with a splash onto the floor.

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The next day of classes came.

Hyunsuk was standing by their classroom entrance like a guard. He had a notebook, pen and a infrared thermometer in his hands.

He was standing there to check on each of his classmate's temperature and write them down on his notebook.

Yedam was just heading his way to their room but got stopped by Hyunsuk from going in further. The former looked at him confused.

"I need to measure your temperature." Hyunsuk said and got the thermometer ready.

"Why?" Yedam questioned.

"A ghost would be cold. This is the easiest way to find out." Hyunsuk declared holding out the thermometer. "Is there a reason you don't want to?" He asked suspicious.

"Of course, not. But you just did saw me eat those red beans last night with the others." Yedam said, pulling up his sleeve for his temperature to be checked.

"We can never be too sure." Hyunsuk expressed then checked it. "Normal. Pass!" He declared.

Yedam said nothing else and simply went inside the room.

Hyunsuk got his pen and recorded it down his notebook. There were current my four names listed.

Asahi came next to enter the room. But Hyunsuk stopped him just as he did with Yedam.