𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. 𝑲𝑺

thirty two

The sound of the siren resonated from below, signaling the arrival of the two police cars at the murder scene. A total of ten policemen swiftly emerged from the vehicles, each one brandishing their guns. The simultaneous click of the ten guns being cocked rang out, all of them now aimed directly at Singto.

"Raise your hands and surrender your weapon. I repeat, raise your hands and surrender your weapon," the leader commanded. Meanwhile, Singto sat in a cross-legged position, clutching a knife in his hand. Tears streamed incessantly down his chin as his gaze remained fixed on the lifeless body lying in a pool of blood before him. Singto himself was also drenched in blood, wondering how everything had escalated so quickly.

Singto's hand trembled when he realized the situation. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he stared wide-eyed at the scene unfolding before him.

The police officers moved cautiously towards Singto, their eyes fixed on his every move. Their faces were masked with determination, they were prepared for any sudden action. Singto's heart pounded in his chest, fear gripping him tightly. He knew that his options were limited, and the consequences of his actions could be dire.

As the officers closed in, Singto's mind raced, desperately searching for a way out of this predicament. He knew that surrendering would likely lead to his arrest, imprisonment, and a lengthy trial. But fighting back would only escalate the situation, leading to potentially fatal consequences.

His mind flashed back to the series of events that had brought him to this moment. He never thought he would find himself in the amidst of a murder case, let alone being the main suspect.

Now, surrounded by armed policemen, Singto realized that his innocence was overshadowed by the damning evidence against him. The knife in his hand was a damning piece of evidence, and no amount of explaining or pleading would change that fact.

As the police officers closed in further, Singto's mind became clear. He knew that he had to make a choice - a choice that would determine the course of his life. He took a deep breath, his trembling hands slowly raising the knife above his head. His wet eyes met the gaze of the leader, who nodded in acknowledgment.

Singto let out a defeated sigh and dropped the knife to the ground. The tense atmosphere dissipated as the officers cautiously approached and handcuffed him. At that moment, Krist's car arrived at the scene. Krist quickly emerged from the car, followed by the others, and the sound of the car door shutting echoed.

Krist wondered what was happening in this peculiar place, why it was surrounded by the police force, and why Singto was there. Could it be that the information was incorrect? Krist ran toward the police and nearly fainted when he saw the lifeless body of his grandmother. "GRANNY!!!" Krist cried out, attempting to reach his grandmother's body, but the two policemen restrained him. However, this was his beloved grandmother, and he couldn't stay still. Krist's strength overpowered the two policemen as he broke free from their grip and rushed to his deceased grandmother. Singto sobbed even harder, watching this unfold.

Krist wept uncontrollably as he tightly clung to his deceased grandmother's lifeless body.

"What happened, granny? Please, tell me this is all just a horrible nightmare from which I will soon awaken," Krist sobbed. "How did you end up like this, granny? It's all my fault. I'm so sorry, granny. I'm so sorry."

As Krist cried, Singto also shed tears while his father stood behind him, holding him. Mr. Suthiluck couldn't believe that his son was handcuffed. He embraced Singto from behind, assuring him that everything would be alright. Off and Gun watched in silence.

Singto desperately hoped that Krist would believe in his innocence, but he knew that it would never happen. He knew that Krist would believe he was the one responsible for their grandmother's death. Singto understood that history was bound to repeat itself, and this time it would be even more devastating, with him ending up in prison for good. and their relationship would never be the same again. All because of one person: Tay.

Kris finally raised his head and met Singto's gaze for the first time. He observed how Singto's clothes were stained with blood and noticed that Singto was handcuffed. Krist's eyes returned to Singto, causing Singto's heart to tighten with anxiety as tears streamed down his face. He could sense that Krist's eyes were beginning to accuse him of Granny's death.

Krist's accusatory gaze weighed heavily on Singto's fragile heart. Tears cascaded down his cheeks as he struggled to bear the weight of Krist's suspicion. At that moment, Singto could feel the walls closing in around him, suffocating him with the fear of being wrongly blamed for Granny's death.

With a desperate plea hidden within his gaze, Singto implored Krist to see the truth, to recognize his innocence. His eyes, filled with a mixture of anguish and desperation, silently begged Krist to understand that he would never harm Granny, that he would never be capable of such a heinous act.

Yet, as Singto poured all his emotions into his pleading eyes, Krist's features hardened. His jaw clenched, and his eyebrows furrowed, creating a terrifying expression that sent shivers down Singto's spine. The once familiar warmth in Krist's eyes had transformed into an icy glare, a piercing accusation that struck Singto to his core.

Overwhelmed with grief and terror, Singto could no longer bear to hold Krist's gaze. He turned his head away, unable to withstand the weight of Krist's suspicion any longer. His entire body trembled with the intensity of his sobs, the pain of being misunderstood and falsely accused consuming him.

In that heartbreaking moment, Singto felt utterly alone. The person he loved and trusted the most had become a stranger, an accuser. As tears continued to flow, he silently prayed that somehow, Krist would find the truth and see the innocence in his eyes.

Krist was preparing to stand up from the ground when he accidentally caught sight of someone—an elderly woman standing right beside Singto. Krist instantly recognized the woman with her white hair, and his mind immediately traveled back to the day he had first encountered her. He vividly remembered the words she had spoken at the park that day.

"She had said, 'Singto is far too innocent to harm even a fly. Remember this, or else history will repeat itself, and this time it will be even worse.'"

Krist blinked his eyes, snapping back to reality. He focused his gaze on the old woman, who smiled at him before gracefully walking away and disappearing into thin air. Krist blinked once more, now realizing that he was the only one who had witnessed the presence of the mysterious old woman with white hair. He couldn't help but wonder, "What the hell..."

The encounter left Krist feeling both bewildered and intrigued. Who was this woman, and what did she mean by her cryptic words? He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something important he needed to understand. And Krist found himself constantly replaying the old woman's words in his mind.

Krist approached Singto, causing him to shake uncontrollably, recalling the  words Tay had spoken to him. Singto was filled with fear, worried that Krist might harm him. Singto's father hugged him tightly, trying to protect him. Krist reached up to wipe away Singto's teary eyes, causing Singto to flinch. "Please, tell me... What happened," Krist softly uttered, the sound audible to Singto. Singto's lips quivered as he whispered the name that held so much weight: "Tay."