il mio primo e ultimo amore

Trigger and Bullet

As usual, Cha Young is found in the study room again.

This time with the second gray folder.

The last of all the folders, and she finds herself engrossed in this one.

And this one is quite intriguing, to say the very least.

Unlike all the other folders, this one had some very peculiar words engraved in gold "Gatto Sazio"

Initially she snorted out a laugh, as she moved to the sofa one of many times and opened the folder.

It is then it went from amusing to morbidly fascinating.

If all the files she's gone through didn't spoke volumes of what and where she is standing, this definitely explains the heights.

In simple words, all the murders committed by Vincenzo Cassano with evidence and reasons is neatly placed in the file.

It's not like she finds it all disgusting, no, because once she reads the deeds of those killed, she doesn't feel a bit of sympathy.

They deserve it.

She spends hours analyzing each and every picture closely, it's a lot of blood and gore and disturbing pictures but its disturbingly captivating.

Sitting in the same position, her body gets sore and brain and eyes a little heavy and the sofa is quite comfortable, so she decidedly lays down, folder still in hand trying to read ad continue.

However, a few minutes after, she notices she's reading the same line over and over and her arms are getting sore from holding the heavy folder.

And like she's been reading a story or being read a bedtime story, she closes her eyes resting the folder near her chest, hugging it tightly.

The last sane thought she had was 'now she knows what Gatto Sazio means, he toys with people until he's satisfied; that's the slow tortured killing he was talking about.'

Vincenzo makes it home at his usual timings, however upon arrival, there's pin drop silence.

No clatters of utensils or murmuring or humming of some song, no pitter patters of a familiar pair of bunny slippers.

That is strange, he inwardly thinks as he changes into his slippers.

He retrieves his phone out of his pocket to see whether she's texted him but there's nothing in his inbox.

He takes off his coat and is hanging it when he hears a faint thud from the study room.

He freezes, mind immediately thinking the worst.

He takes the gun out of his coat and moves towards the study room, opening the door wide.

For a minute he forgot that no one could attack this place.

Possible danger is not what he finds, yet a possible intruder is in his vision, snoring as arms hang loose down the sofa, dropping the folder she was holding.

He puts the gun on the table and walks to her sleeping figure.

Moving her hair aside from her face, he thinks of taking another picture to add into his collection when her eyes flutter open.

She seems startled by her presence and sits upright in a blink.

He's afraid she might have cracked a bone.

Standing up again, he clears his throat, and she looks at him rubbing her eyes and yawning loudly.

"You're home." She greets.