No one believed him.
Not when he cried to his parents.
Not when he screamed it at the police.
They called him a liar.
An attention-seeker.
A child with too much imagination.
So he stopped talking.
But the truth didn't disappear - it ju...
The bathroom scene unfolded in horrifying slow motion. Yuna's hands slipped against Yeji's wet skin as she desperately tried to lift her from the blood-tinged water. "Open your eyes, please!" Yuna begged, her voice cracking under the weight of panic. The water's resistance made Yeji's body impossibly heavy, forcing Yuna to scream for help with a voice raw with terror.
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Downstairs, the servant's interrupted warning sent Yeji's parents flying up the staircase. They needed no explanation - the broken tone said everything. When they burst into the bathroom, the metallic scent of blood mixed with steam assaulted their senses. Yeji's mother collapsed against the doorframe, her anguished cry echoing off the tiles.
Yuna, still struggling to support Yeji's limp form, gasped out urgent instructions through her tears. Together with Yeji's father, they managed to lift her from the crimson water. The deep, deliberate cuts on Yeji's wrists told the terrible story. Yuna immediately applied pressure to the wounds, her medical training kicking in despite her shaking hands.
The frantic car ride to the hospital became a blur of screeching tires and whispered prayers. Yuna cradled Yeji's head in her lap, maintaining constant pressure on the wounds while murmuring reassurances she wasn't sure Yeji could hear. In the front seat, Yeji's mother's quiet sobs filled the spaces between the car's urgent horn blasts as her husband navigated through traffic with white-knuckled determination.
The emergency room doors burst open upon their arrival, medical staff swarming around the gurney as Yeji was whisked away. Yuna stood frozen in the hallway, her clothes soaked with bathwater and blood, watching through the closing doors as the doctors worked to undo what despair had wrought. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting stark shadows on the faces of Yeji's parents as they clung to each other, waiting to learn if their daughter would survive the night.
The warm aroma of freshly baked brownies filled the cozy bakery as Felix's mother carefully arranged the latest batch on the cooling rack. Her hands moved with practiced ease, the familiar routine bringing her comfort. She hummed softly as she wiped flour from her apron, her kind eyes crinkling as she smiled at a regular customer.
One of her young shop assistants wandered over to the small television mounted in the corner. "Do you mind if I turn on the news, Aunt Lee?" she asked cheerfully.
"Of course not, dear," Felix's mother replied warmly, adjusting the last brownie on the tray.
The screen flickered to life, the news anchor's solemn voice cutting through the bakery's cheerful atmosphere. "...unfortunately Mr. Hwang's eldest son was found murdered on May 26 in 2018. The entire nation mourns this tragedy as we await Mr. Hwang's statement. The trial for those responsible for Hwang Hyunjin's death begins tomorrow. Investigators report the killers still haven't confessed, and shockingly, police discovered Hwang Hyunjin wasn't their only victim - hundreds may have been killed. There are indications this murder may connect to events from eight years ago..."
