❝ 𝐈𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲? ❞
Thirteen cities. Seven victims in each city. The same psychotic killing pattern. The same killer.
The fourteenth city is in danger, victims are falling slowly but certainly, will Jeon Jungk...
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Warning : This chapter contains descriptions of dead bodies, brutal murder and gore. Please proceed with caution.
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Jungkook had grabbed his car keys when he rushed downstairs. Jimin had followed him, and the two were going somewhere only Jungkook knew. Jimin kept asking questions, but Jungkook was focused. More than focused, he was scared. Jimin noticed his shaky hands, sweaty forehead, and fearful eyes. Something was wrong.
“Jungkook, are you even going to tell me where we’re going?” Jimin slightly yelled to grab his attention.
“Hyung, we don't have time to talk.” Jungkook stared at Jimin for a split second before removing one hand from the steering wheel and pulling out a gun from his jacket.
"Woah, dude, how quick did you manage to keep this without me noticing?” Jimin was impressed by his friend’s skill.
Jungkook ignored him and drove faster, going over the speed limit, but Jimin didn't care at the moment; he was worried about his friend’s reaction to solving that puzzle. Almost an hour passed like that. He wasn't driving, nor was his friend talking, so he decided to look out. His eyes widened at the familiar surroundings; Jungkook's childhood home was there, and his parents still lived there.
“Jungkook, did you run because you thought the killer’s going to attack your childhood home?” he asked his friend, who finally halted the car as he reached near his house.
“Congratulations on understanding it without me telling you,” Jungkook mocked him before sprinting towards his house. It was night, and his parents must have been asleep. They slept early. He rang the bell with trembling hands, hoping that the man who died three weeks ago was actually the killer and that his parents were safe.
No one answered.
He kept ringing the bell and banging on the door until the neighbours woke up. They smiled upon seeing him, but his expression of fright and worry confused them. Jungkook was profusely sweating, and Jimin was standing beside him, stopping him from banging on the door so harshly that his hands started bleeding.
“What happened, son? Why are you here this late? And why are you banging on the door?” An elderly woman whom he used to call ‘granny’ in his childhood appeared before him. She had grown even older. Her skin had sagged, her hair was completely white, and her walk was too slow.
“Did you see my parents today, granny?” Jungkook asked her, finally parting his reddened hands from the door.
“Yes, I saw them this evening.” She smiled at him. He suddenly remembered her playing with him, making food for him, and taking him to her house whenever his mother beat him too much.
“Alright. Granny, please ask everyone to go home, I won't make any noise now.” Jungkook weakly smiled at her and everyone. The neighbours sighed and went home. The elderly woman still stood there.
