Imagine the members of BTS tangled in mystery after mystery as each chapter throws them into a new web of secrets and suspense.
"Echoes of the Unsolved" is a collection of BTS one-shots that will take you on a wild ride through thrilling cases and...
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It was always a place of gentle beauty, the cobblestone streets winding through the landscape dotted with ancient oaks and stone cottages. But nothing had prepared anybody for the actions that had culminated in the gruesome murders of five people. Every victim carried some form of grotesque seven-sided figure, the heptagon carved into their body like a twisted brand. Fear ran like a cold, gripping the villagers, compelling them to stay indoors while dusk was setting in.
The murders had shaken Namjoon quite badly. A writer, a man of solitude who lived out his imagination through ink, now found solace in the suspicious shroud that appeared to be falling over Glenbrook. The village he called home was no more.
Determined to know the truth, Namjoon gathered his group of rather unlikely allies within the confines of Whispering Brews café, each possessed by his or her unique skills. Once a place for community life, the dimly lit café now became sought after in people's lives as they found shelter in such sinister happenings around them.
Here, the flashed supposed signature smirk and confidence came when, in fact, Seokjin was heavily leaning against the counter. Replacing his light-hearted sarcastic self with vulnerable anxiety, of which he couldn't help but express: "I have talked to the authorities, but they're completely overwhelmed. They've got no leads, no suspects... It's like this murderer is a ghost."
Yoongi grunted a response, his scowl deeper than usual. "Ghosts don't leave bodies behind," he muttered, wiping down the counter with a vigor that suggested he was trying to scrub away more than just the day's grime. "But whoever this is, they're smart-too smart."
Hoseok, the town's medical examiner, sat by the corner table of the small café, his notepad open before him. His pen tapped in rhythm with the paper—a beat that spoke more of the deep concentration he was carrying out. "I found traces of a toxin in the blood streams of all the victims, he said with a touch of frustration to his voice. "But it's nothing at all like I have ever seen before. It's almost like it was built to do more than just kill, like it was made to get them ready for something.".
Jimin, the team's hacker genius, slouched over his laptop. He worked his fingers quickly over the keys. Neon tints in his hair stood out against dull tones of the café. "I hacked into their victims' phones and computers," he said without looking up. "All I got was a bunch of cryptic messages-pointing all toward the heptagon. It's like the killer is trying to toy with us, testing our ability to solve their puzzle."
Taehyung, the psychologist sat in silence there, piecing in his head what he wanted to say. Then finally, he spoke: "The families are the answer," he said. "They know something, even if they don't realize it. Fear can be a powerful silencer, but we have to break through that.".
Jungkook, the artist whose muscles were as finely honed as his craft, traced the outline of a heptagon on the table with his finger. "This symbol," he thought, "can't be random. It means something, something important."
