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𝟐𝟒 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞

August 28, 2023

Yeosang pushed himself along the wall of the house. San was close behind him. A lot of light shone onto the street through the huge windows of the mansion, making it harder to remain undetected. Yeosang wondered how Takeo had managed to get so rich. When he had known him, he had been a normal student. Or had he been hiding it the whole time? Yeosang snorted slightly as he thought back to how naive and stupid he had been.

"We're going to the back door," Yeosang whispered in San's direction. "How do you know there is one?" San whispered back and they ducked behind a bush. Yeosang turned to San. "When I found out where Takeo lived, I tracked down the architect of the house. He had sent me a layout of the house. If we take the back entrance, we can get into the house unnoticed through the basement, since this side isn't secured with an alarm."

San stared at Yeosang, speechless. Yeosang grinned. "I'm good, aren't I?" he laughed. San nodded, puzzled. "The only thing we have to do is turn off the cameras in the garden." San nodded slightly even though he had no idea how they were supposed to do it.

Yeosang pulled something out of his pocket. It was his laptop. "I'll get into the security system and freeze the cameras. While I go into the house, you have to guard it and make sure the cameras stay frozen." San looked at Yeosang's laptop. "What if something goes wrong?" he asked a little uncertainly. Yeosang started typing on his laptop. "It won't, but if it does, we still have guns right."

San watched in the darkness as Yeosang hacked into the system. When Yeosang was finally inside and exhaled contentedly, he pushed the laptop to San. "We don't have much time," he remarked. He reached for his backpack, then put on his mask and gloves. And then pulled on the dark hood of his leather jacket. With one last look at San, he ran off.

His feet carried him across the wet lawn into the garden of the house. A little out of breath, Yeosang looked around, then spotted a small staircase leading to a glass door. "Bingo," he whispered and walked on. When he reached the door, he pulled the pliers and a wire from his backpack. Normally, Yeosang would never have been able to keep a cool head in a situation like this. But he could think of nothing but Jongho. He had no other choice. And this made his body act on its own.

The door opened with a soft click. Yeosang entered the house with quiet steps. He pulled out his phone, put on the flashlight and walked along the cold walls of the basement. There was old, dusty furniture everywhere. Yeosang got goosebumps at the sight, but he didn't have time to be afraid, so he kept walking until he found what he was looking for. A small wooden staircase. Yeosang carefully climbed up the staircase, hoping fervently that no one heard the creaking of the old wooden steps.

He reached for the rusty door knob, then pushed the door open. Bright light shone towards him. He entered the hallway as quietly as possible. It was as if he was in a different movie. A warm marble floor gleamed before his eyes. Nothing resembled the basement he had just come from. A white chandelier hung above him, illuminating the entire room.

Yeosang pulled his hood further into his face. His gaze went to the stairs and without hesitation he ran up them. The first floor looked exactly like the hallway Yeosang had been in before. He continued walking with a precise destination in mind. He arrived at the last room of the corridor. Nervously, he looked behind him, but the house seemed deserted.

Yeosang pushed the door handle down and pushed his way into the dark room. The door closed behind him. He turned around and switched on his phone light again. Several vetrines appeared in front of him. Magnificent chains gleamed in the light and Yeosang gazed in amazement at the wealth. He felt the need to take everything from here and burn it afterwards, but he was sure that everything in here was saved with an alarm. Yeosang glanced at his watch and was shocked to realize that he didn't have much time left.