___Three months ago___
My heart burns with an insatiable desire for revenge. They took her from me, my mother, my everything. The weight of that loss propels me forward, fueling the flames of retribution.
As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a haunting glow on the dimly lit streets, I patiently wait for the opportune moment. I must strike fear into the heart of my mother's killer, ensuring that the pain inflicted is a visceral, unforgettable reminder of the consequences of their actions.
The night is still as I make my way through the shadows, stalking my prey. I emerge from the darkness, my piercing gaze locking onto the figure who tore my world apart. With a chilling calmness, I corner the killer in a dimly lit alley, the air thick with tension.
"So, we finally meet," my voice resonates with restrained anger as I revel in the terror etched on the killer's face. "You know why I'm here. You took the life of the one person who meant everything to me."
The killer stammers, their voice trembling, "I... I didn't mean for it to happen. It was a mistake."
My eyes gleam with a cold, unforgiving light. "Mistake or not, the price for what you've done will be extracted from your very soul. Prepare yourself.
With calculated ferocity, I unleash my methodical torment. Each strike is expertly aimed to cause the most excruciating pain, exacting my revenge with ruthless precision. Every blow, every scream, echoes the anguish I have endured. The killer experiences but a fraction of the suffering they thrust upon me when they took my mother away.
The alleyway becomes a theater of agony as I relentlessly inflict my wrath. Time stands still as the weight of vengeance suffocates the air around us.
Through the haze of my fury, a flicker of realization crosses my eyes. I see the paralyzed fear in the killer's eyes transform into a chilling understanding.
"You think... you think you're the only one... seeking revenge?" they gasp, struggling to speak.
A shiver courses through my veins. What could they mean? The revelation hangs heavy in the air, threatening to upend my very purpose
Unexpectedly, a gunshot pierces the night, interrupting the symphony of pain. I turn to see a familiar face, holding a smoking gun. It's Hong, the man I once considered my closest ally.
"You've gone too far, Chan," he utters with a chill in his voice. "This ends here."
Confusion laces with anger burns within me as the reality of the situation sinks in. My path of revenge has led me straight into a web of betrayal
continues...
___Back to current time___
Kim y/n pov
As I tried to open the mysterious locker that my dad had left behind, my mind raced with questions. Why did everyone keep mentioning this new case my dad started? And what could be hidden inside this seemingly innocent locker? With determination in my eyes, I carefully examined every detail and contemplated all possible ways to unlock it.
Minutes passed, and my focus on unlocking the locker intensified. Just as I started feeling a glimmer of hope, I heard a rustling sound behind me. Jake, my loyal companion, had woken up from his slumber and noticed my absence. His warm body enveloped me as he wrapped his arms around me, but something felt off. Lately, I had been losing interest in our relationship, trying to convince myself that it was due to the mounting pressures I faced.
"What are you doing?" Jake questioned, as if oblivious to the presence of the locker right before us. I gazed up at him, hesitated for a moment, and replied, "I want to open it and see what's inside." His eyebrows furrowed, clearly perplexed by my determination.
Without wasting another second, I decided to try my birth date as a potential combination. I had a gut feeling that it could hold significance. Sadly, it didn't work. Disappointed, I turned to Jake, who had been watching me intently.
"What about your mother's death date?" he suggested, concern
lacing his voice. I hadn't considered it before, instantly realizing its potential relevance. Holding my breath, I quickly entered my mother's date of death into the combination lock.
To my astonishment, the lock clicked and the locker door swung open, revealing a flood of emotions. My heart raced as memories and secrets spilled out from within. The contents held the key to a long-kept family mystery, intertwining my father's case and my own journey of self-discovery.
