THE BLACK SEEKERS

TASK 1 WHITE

The first task began immediately after i joined as a writer reporter in 88 news room.
But this office was just base station where i got the cards.

The color unlocked was white. It says,

Find a man who dressed in whites, but when you touch him , he blends in shades of black. The hint of red in his appearance screams his desires. He desolves his utter guilt in rum. Release that color from him to level up to the shades of all.

"Meera boss is calling you upstairs !". My coworker said. Her name and all information appeared in my vission.

I immediately ran towards his office because you have to work here too. As soon as i opened the door, he throwed the file right on my face.

The file was named " pure white " which he asked me to investigate into this very person's personal life. Nothing turned me off than why my new boss isn't even look at my eyes while explaining the case.

" did he know who i am ? " i thought by turning my head slightly right looking right in his face.

He left hurriedly putting a question mark in my head. He shuts the door on my face. I too left the cabin confused.

" This is his location. Meet him after dawn," my assistant yelled with enthusiasm. His information too appeared in my vision.

Name : Lee yedam
Age : 23
Occupation: assistant reporter
Ability: hacking and tracing culprits
Life : He was born in a rich chaebol family but wants to be independent and thus pursue journalism. He is loud but brain smart.
Pro tip by big boss : handle with care

What do you mean by handle with care? Is he made of glass or something? I thought. He's helpful if he is that rich and healthy.

I sighed as i saw him using dumbell in the office.

5:00 a.m., the whiskey bar
• priority : lead to be trapped

" Who's the girl with white hat and black dress ? ". Someone whispered as i walked in the disco. Should I be proud of my beauty or not ? I straight away marched towards the bar section and sat near my news target. As soon as i sat near him , the circle activated around us. He is not only news target about stealling off white cotton business but also a black assigned mentioned in riddle. Destiny is indeed a scary thing.

I took his drunk face up and looked at his eyes for more than 10 seconds. I snatched away his memories within those few.

He was so drunk that i offered him ride and he accepted it quickly. My assistant hacked to the camera system and disabled them.

"Bravo indeed!" I smiled while shoving him in my back car seat while waving at the cameras.

The next day , 10:00 a.m.

I walked inside the much awaited art museum opened by a famous artist , jung min . It was the first time that people appreciated the real talent despite being unfamiliar to the meaning. As i courted down the right alley with my assistant, one painting caught my eye. The painting was all black, with a tiny woman standing in the center drawn with white. The white paint was splashed across that black canvas as if it was mistakenly spilled. Light that was placed just above the painting made black canvas appear gray. I look around to find that only this painting was placed under the illuminated bulb. The more i glare at the picture, the more i intimated with uneasiness. I lost my control as i gasped to witness my hands turning black. Someone supported my back with their hands. He was tall, yet his face was visible from my 5'2 "height. The black paint on my hands faded when he looked at them and suddenly gave me a glance. His and my eyes met for an instance, but it made my stomach giggle. He said to me that more you see this painting , the more you feel that it's about you. I looked at him, buttoning his eyebrows aggressively on the black canvas. " What do you think about this painting ? " he asked me with a smile. It's funny how he can change his expressions instantly when I'm carrying my same dowturn face since birth. " The painting itself says where's the path ? And I'm bothered with the thought that painter might have forgotten to make the very pathway, " i replied. He looked at me smiling and said, "The path was right in front of that woman, but she chose to stay there. She is unable to find her worth in this black world. She might have believed that being white gained her nothing but sympathetic feelings around her. The honesty is still alive in her body making her white lily in this pond of black algae and thus, her color is slowly leaving her body that is splashing across the canvas as she desired to turn black. But change is constantly happening because god from above, that light is mixing his white from the color wheel to the others in black into gray. Thus, the cycle of life is depicted. In simple words, artist illustrated how we want to change ourselves like others, but they themselves want to be you, and cycle continues. " he sighed.
I looked at him and said, " Sometimes artist wants to tell his own story through his masterpieces."
And soon his own body turned black. " i wrote about you, Mr. Gray and i hope you will love it. "i handed him the newspaper and left. The headline says, " TOM GRAY stealed the artwork of his late best friend and labeled them as his." You wanted to be him despite being a unique white, but indeed, you became the very shade of black now.
I'm sorry, but that day, i took you to the graveyard where you buried your best friend. And I- I digged it to recover his belongings that you forgot to snatch. His fist was holding the black color that you painted yourself.

The paper he clenched quoted

Tom Gray captivated me for more than a week now, and I'm sure i'll never be able to see the world again. Mom, i love you to the core and dad , I'm sorry for not listening to you. If i had a second life, I'd be living without having talent to paint.
- Soyoung

His writing was indeed shaky. Maybe he wrote this when he was all tied up. I immediately photographed it and called the authority.

" we solved the case , it was my first case," yedam said.

" Mine too, i guess," i replied.

Will soon meet you wiping the world with my news. Reporter Meera on site writing off his name from white paper. The second authories reported that jung min was found dead in lake with bloody wounds.

The next day,

The news was published, and i wonder why? They wrote that he did harm himself because of his mental health.

Then again boss called me in the cabin and i thought he would appreciate me for such a story but I didn't even get a chance to question it as he again throwed another case on my face.

Onto the next case but wait my second card parcel is late ....