I never die, 봤지? 모두 follow...
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Night has come season one.
Ko Kyung Jun x. Oc.
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Started: 13/04/24.
Finished: 30/04/24.
Words: 38,273.
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A school bell rung as Jiwoo reopened her eyes, squinting at the sudden attack of brightness that hit her eyes. Shuffling herself off the floor and into a sitting position, she glanced around to see the other students slowly waking up, scanning the room with dazed and perplexed expressions on their faces. Beside her, her brother furrowed his brows as he attempted to recollect the events prior, his hand remaining intertwined with hers.
Panicked mumbles followed as their memories came back to them, recalling their classmate's crazed moment as he flung his body through the window, shattering it with his fall.
As if recalling the boy, Yoonseo stumbled to her feet, rushing towards the window, pausing as she looked down to see the fallen body.
Once she turned back around, the phones, that had been dropped during their sudden sleep, begun to buzz and the students glanced at one another wearily. Jiwoo pulled her phone into her grasp as the siren sounded from the speakers.
"Before the last vote closed, Police used their skill."
At this new information, Jiwoo furrowed her brows, that meant there was another police, other than her. She wondered who it could possibly be and who they had checked, had they found another Mafia?
The voice over the speakers continued and Jiwoo felt nausea pool as more information was given to the students. "Choi Juwon was executed by Mafia. Choi Juwon was Mafia. All participants, identify the Mafia, and begin to vote."
When the speaker went silent, Yoonseo moved to stand next to Junhee and Jiwoo, scanning her eyes across the other students. "Where's Juwon?" She asked as the others pulled themselves off the ground, all unsure as to what to do.
Allowing her brother to help her off the ground, Jiwoo grimaced as she listened to some students discuss going to the studio on the second floor to see who was controlling the speakers. A part of her knew that would only be a dead end, whoever set this up was smart enough not to be on the premises when it occurred.
