End of beginning?[Hwang Hyunjin]

Surprise!

"Right, thank you for letting us here." Grace steps inside the accustomed premises, along with Hyunjin.
After a brief of moment Song-Hi's mother speaks up.

"She was my only blood. But I believe I failed in raising her. Thank you kids. For showing me everything. And for the money. It will help a lot." She sighs as the two gazes of gruesomeness shift to her as they shake their heads. "It...was partially yours anyway." Her eye bags were grown bigger than yesterday. She tries to maintain a normal face but her downcasted eyes clearly reflects how sad and disappointed she is. "Anyways, would you two like some tea?" She warmly smiles as the other two's heads shook frantically.

"We just had some questions."

"Feel free, anything." Her eyes spark in voluntary.

"Um, did a guy come here a few days ago? Song-Hi's friend maybe?" Hyunjin inquires as they all take seats down the couch.

"Not sure. I'm barely home these days.
Why do you ask?" She smiles in disparity, guilting for not being of any help. The two secretly glance at each other. "It's nothing serious. Can we take a look around the house, if you don't mind?" Hyunjin politely asks as she quickly nods willingly. All three rise up their feet. Their socks slid on the smooth tiled floor as they checked out the flooring, shelves, lightbulbs.

Soon after, her mother stopped trailing behind. In a flick, Hyunjin finally took his phone out opening the tracking app.
"Can we really locate it more precisely?" Grace peeks at the red dot looping on his phone. He exasperatedly sighs. "Nope, guess we'll have to explore everywhere."

And they did. Starting from the living room itself they started searching for the device, maybe fixed somewhere, hidden somewhere, dropped or anything. No clue till the end trailed tiredly towards the last room. Again, a huge room, like a second living room.

"If it's not here, then I don't know where it is." He sighs unlocking the shelves and cupboards while she does the same. While checking the lamp her eyes land on the edges of the wall. She recognizes an off coloration of red. She ripples her nails on the corner, getting solid red crumbs stuck up in them. Then her eyes trail on each corner of the room, indeed each one was plastered with the red. She smells it, wincing at the reek of paint industry.

"Weird." She mumbles as the other looks back. "Hmm?" Crouching with her, he stares her hand in suspicion. "The whole room's clean except these corners. Having...red paint? I don't think she paints. With only red too." She derives as the other glances at each corner.

He nods and stands up. "Something happened here only. I'm sure. It'll be here as well." He tentatively proposes and resumes penetrating each quarter of the room. After probing the whole room they held their foreheads in vexation. "Damn, is your app rigged?" She asks hanging her head behind in tiresome. "Impossible." He sighs walking the small book shelf.

His foot bumps on it as some books from the lowest row knock out. He reaches down to pick them when his senses tingle at the tight, rigid surface of one of the novels. His brows perk up as he quickly rushes the paper coverage.

A sharp sigh of relief escapes his agape mouth as he looks back at her as she glances back. Lifting up the device he repeats.

"Told you. It's not rigged."

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"He must've hid it." Chan says while putting the phone on charging.
"So he was indeed attacked." Minho concluded. "How many odds he's still breathing?"
"Would say one to a thousand." Everyone sigh, plagued. The screen beams with zero percent. "This is why I couldn't hack it." Changbin sleepily retortes.