Yeji's Pov:
A few weeks had passed, but the memory of that night still lingered like a ghost I couldn't shake. Ryujin, Hyunjin, and Winter-just three friends we happened to run into during dinner. On the surface, everything about them seemed ordinary, nothing out of the ordinary at all. But something about them had stuck with me, especially Ryujin. Her calm demeanor, the way she spoke, the quiet confidence she carried-I couldn't get it out of my mind.
I didn't suspect them of anything. Why would I? They were just regular people, caught in the same dangerous world as everyone else. But every time I replayed that night in my head, something gnawed at me, like a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit.
The murders we'd been dealing with were getting more brutal, more calculated. It was like we were being toyed with, dragged along by some invisible thread, always a step behind. The cases were piling up, and with every new victim, the sense of urgency grew stronger. But despite everything, I couldn't help but feel like we were missing something crucial-something right in front of us.
My phone buzzed on the desk, snapping me out of my thoughts. A message from Seungmin
Seungmin🐶
Just finished analyzing the numbers you asked for. There's something odd. Meet in the briefing room?
I quickly replied, "On my way," and grabbed my jacket. As I walked through the quiet corridors, my mind raced with possibilities. We were running out of time, and every clue felt like it was leading us in circles.
When I pushed open the door to the briefing room, I found Seungmin, Felix, and Minho already gathered, their expressions serious. A map of Seoul was spread out on the table, red pins marking the locations of the recent murders.
"What did you find?" I asked, closing the door behind me.
Seungmin pointed to the map. "I ran a trace on the number that sent you that message-'The lines of fate are tangled. Be careful where you tread.' It's untraceable, which isn't unusual, but there's something else. The signal bounces off multiple towers, and every time it does, it pings back from areas close to the crime scenes."
Felix crossed his arms, frustration clear on his face. "Whoever's behind this knows what they're doing. They're leading us on a wild goose chase."
Minho looked at the map, shaking his head. "But why? What's the connection between the victims? We're missing something, and it's driving me crazy."
I stared at the map, feeling the same frustration. "It's like we're being led down a path, but we don't know where it's going or who's leading us."
The room fell into a heavy silence as we all tried to make sense of the chaos. My thoughts drifted back to Ryujin-how composed she was, how she seemed to hold back something. But I didn't believe she, Hyunjin, or Winter were involved. They were just... different. And Ryujin-there was something about her that I couldn't shake off, something that drew me in even though I knew it could be dangerous.
"We need to look at this from a different angle," I said, trying to break the silence. "Let's go back over the evidence, see if we've missed anything. Maybe we've been so focused on the brutality that we've overlooked something smaller, something that connects it all."
Felix nodded, his determination matching mine. "I'll start by rechecking the victim profiles. There's got to be a connection we haven't seen."
Minho and Seungmin agreed to focus on the crime scenes and timelines, hoping to uncover a pattern we'd missed. As they left to begin their work, I stayed behind, my thoughts once again drifting to Ryujin. This attraction I felt-it was confusing, unsettling. It made me second-guess myself, and in this line of work, that could be dangerous.
As I left the briefing room, a cold shiver ran down my spine. These flashbacks-they kept coming, more vivid and intense each time, but I couldn't understand why. It wasn't like I was anywhere near the accident or anything that would trigger these memories. Yet, they struck out of nowhere, leaving me rattled and off-balance.
The faces, the screams, the overwhelming guilt-I couldn't make sense of why they were suddenly resurfacing, especially now, when I needed my focus more than ever. It was as if something-or someone-was trying to pull me back to that moment, to remind me of what I'd lost, but for what purpose?
The uncertainty gnawed at me, adding another layer of unease to an already overwhelming situation. I couldn't afford to be distracted, not when we were so close to uncovering the truth behind these murders. And yet, no matter how hard I tried to push the memories away, they kept creeping back in, leaving me with a lingering sense of dread that I couldn't shake.
Their faces blurred in my mind, but their absence left a void that could never be filled.
I became a detective because I wanted to fight so hard to bring justice to the victims of these brutal crimes. But every time I faced a new case, every time I looked at another lifeless body, I felt that same helplessness, that same guilt. What if I could have done something more? What if I'd been faster, smarter, stronger?
The feeling of being watched suddenly crept over me, and I looked up, half-expecting to see my father's piercing gaze staring back at me from the shadows. But the room was empty, just me and the weight of my thoughts. And how would he be there he has died many years ago.
I took a deep breath, pushing the memories back down, burying them where they couldn't hurt me. I had to stay focused. There was too much at stake. The murders were escalating, and if we didn't catch the killer soon, more innocent lives would be lost. And yet, in the midst of all this chaos, I couldn't shake the feeling that Ryujin, Hyunjin, and Winter were somehow connected to it all.
But how? They were just ordinary people, right? My instincts were usually spot-on, but this time... this time, I wasn't sure. And that uncertainty was eating away at me, making me question everything I thought I knew.
And the previous conversation I had with my mother about these vivid flash backs.
"Hi, Mom," I said, trying to sound casual. "I've been having these recurring nightmares and flashbacks lately. They're really unsettling, and I was hoping you might have some insight."
There was a brief silence before she responded. "Nightmares? That sounds troubling. I'll do my best to-"
A sudden, sharp noise cut her off, and I heard muffled voices in the background. "Mom? Are you there?" I asked, growing anxious.
She quickly spoke again, but her voice was hurried and strained. "Yeji, I need to go. I'll call you back as soon as I can."
She said an accident just took place near her, but I felt like she was hiding something from me and since that day my mom and I never talked about these flashbacks.
The last conversation with my mother played over in my mind as I walked down the dimly lit corridor. She'd sounded so urgent, so anxious. And then there was that strange noise in the background, the way she cut off the call without really explaining anything. I couldn't shake the feeling that she knew something about these flashbacks, something she wasn't telling me. But why? What could she possibly be hiding?
The memories of the accident kept returning, more vivid with each passing day, and I had no idea why. The accident had been the catalyst for everything-for me becoming a detective, for the way I viewed the world, for the choices I made. But these flashbacks were different. They felt more like... warnings. Or maybe clues. But to what?
As I approached the end of the hallway, my thoughts turned once again to Ryujin, Hyunjin, and Winter. My instincts had always been reliable, guiding me through the darkest parts of this job. But now, I wasn't so sure. The uncertainty gnawed at me, making me question everything-my choices, my instincts, my sanity.
And my mother. What was she hiding? What didn't she want me to know? I had a sinking feeling that whatever it was, it was connected to these flashbacks, to the accident, and maybe even to the cases we were working on now. The lines between past and present were blurring, and I couldn't tell if I was on the brink of a breakthrough or the edge of a breakdown.
(A.N: sorry for not uploading recently, I had tests 🥹)
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