RE Beginning: FAITH ~V~

Chapter 37

Luna walks slowly into the parking lot of the police station, the world moving in slow motion, a buzzing in her ears. All she can see is him. His inhuman corpse lying on the ground of the apartment, surrounded by positive memories of her time with them. Her time with him.

Flashback after flashback peeling her away from reality. The blood – so much blood. His cold dead eyes watching her, pleading, begging, asking. The soft, sad tone of the paramedic, the confirmation from the doctor at the hospital. Their words repeat over and over like her own personal hell is stuck on replay.

"I'm sorry, he's gone,"

"Time of death, 10:13,"

"Are you his next of kin? Does he have a will or any special requests?"

She blinks away her tears, her feet heavy as she makes her way up the stairs and into the lobby. She moves towards the elevator, barely registering the voices around her.

She moves to her desk, dropping her bag as she flops onto her seat, staring off into the distance. Every time she closes her eyes, she sees him. His smile, his teasing, his charisma. She can see him gesturing to her, telling her to follow him.

Her throat is tight, but her body is numb. It's as if she died with him and is now moving through the world as an empty shell.

What do I have left to lose?

"Briefing!" Mr Lee calls out, startling Luna from her dissociation. She sits up, taking a deep breath in. She can't wallow in him now. She can't give up. Taehyung needs her, and Yoongi needs her.

Once this is all over, she will think about it then.

She has to.

"Come on, Yoongi," Luna sighs, standing up from her desk. When she doesn't get a response, she looks at his desk. It is empty, not a cup, a jacket, or a bag in sight. Where is he?

Is he my next warning?

Her heart jumps, thumping painfully in her chest. Seokjin wouldn't kill him... would he?

If he's touched a hair on his head, I'll kill him.

She pulls out her cheap burner phone, checking for any messages. He hasn't tried to contact her. She sends him a text asking him where he is before moving to the conference room.

She sits at the back by herself, her leg restlessly jiggling. Her eyes are narrowed, red and puffy from the previous night, her gaze trained on the door.

Her mind wanders off, her imagination running wild with the image of Seokjin locked in a room with her. Mourning and self-pity are gone. All that's left is intense loathing.

Eventually, Seokjin enters. His eyes instantly meet hers, as if he can feel the burning intensity of her gaze. He smiles, looking around at the other detectives.

He stands at the podium and begins the morning briefing. He says something about charity and events, but Luna isn't listening. All she can hear is the continuous dripping sound of his blood, exiting whatever wound she can give him, her imagination giving her intense visuals. It calms her.

"Detective Luna," Seokjin looks at her, "You have been assigned case 131095,"

Mr Lee passes her the folder, frowning at her dangerous expression. She holds it but doesn't open it. Her eyes are trained on Seokjin, like a missile ready to launch.