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💀In The Grip Of Madness😠Part 3

 
   

The black sedan, a sleek predator in the urban jungle, sliced through the midday traffic. Taehyung gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

   Beside him, Jeongguk stared out the window, his usual calm facade replaced by a grim determination—the license plate number, etched in Hobi's shaky handwriting, burned in their minds.

   "This has to be it," Jeongguk said, his voice tight with a mixture of anticipation and dread. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were walking into a trap, that the woman they were pursuing was not the victim they believed her to be.

   Taehyung, ever the pragmatist, kept his emotions in check."We'll be careful," he said, his voice gruff but reassuring. "We've faced worse."
But even as he spoke, a knot of anxiety tightened in his chest.

   This case had burrowed under his skin, worming its way into his thoughts and disrupting his sleep. He had seen too much darkness in his life, but the desperation in Minji's eyes, the silent scream on her face, haunted him.

   They arrived at a nondescript apartment building, its faded facade starkly contrasting to the vibrant graffiti art adorning the neighboring walls.

   The air hung heavy with the smell of exhaust fumes and unfulfilled dreams. As they climbed the stairs, the silence was broken only by the rhythmic thud of their footsteps and the erratic pounding of their hearts.

  The door to the apartment was ajar. Taehyung exchanged a look with Jeongguk, and silent communication passed between them. They drew their weapons, the metallic click echoing in the tense silence.

   Inside, the apartment was sparsely furnished, the air thick with a cloying scent of perfume and fear.  A woman stood by the window, her back to them, her silhouette bathed in the soft light filtering through the blinds.

   "Don't move," Jeongguk commanded, his voice sharp, his gun trained on the woman.

   She turned slowly, her face pale, her eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and resignation. It was her, the sister, the woman who had cheated death. But there was something different about her, a hardness in her eyes, a tension in her posture that spoke of a deeper secret.

"We know who you are," Taehyung said, his voice steady, his gaze unwavering. "We know what you did."

The woman's lips curled into a bitter smile. "And what do you think you know?" she asked, her voice laced with a chilling defiance.

  "We know you faked your death," Jeongguk said, stepping closer. "We know you were running from someone. And we know you're in danger."

   The woman's eyes flickered with a mixture of fear and anger. "You know nothing," she spat.  "You're just pawns in a game you don't understand."

   "Then enlighten us," Taehyung said, his voice dangerously low.

   The woman hesitated, her gaze darting around the room as if searching for an escape. Then, with a sigh of resignation, she spoke.

   "My lover," she began, her voice barely a whisper, "he wasn't just jealous. He was obsessed. He controlled every aspect of my life, suffocating me with his possessiveness." Her voice cracked, the facade of strength crumbling. "Faking my death was the only way out."

   "But why come back?" Jeongguk asked, his voice gentle, sensing her vulnerability.

  "My sister," she said, her voice thick with emotion."I had to see her, to make sure she was okay.  But when I got here, I found her..." She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

   A wave of sympathy washed over Taehyung. He understood the bond between sisters, the fierce loyalty that transcended even the deepest betrayals.

  "We can protect you," he said, offering her a way out. "Just tell us who he is."

  The woman looked at them, her eyes filled with hope and despair.  She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could utter a word, a gunshot rang out, shattering the tense silence.

  The woman gasped, her eyes widening in shock as blood bloomed on her chest. She stumbled back, her hand clutching the wound, her gaze fixed on the doorway.

  Standing there, gun in hand, was Jimin, the bartender, his face contorted in a mask of rage and betrayal.

   "You weren't supposed to come back," he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "You were supposed to stay dead."

   A wave of shock and disbelief washed over Taehyung and Jeongguk. They had been so focused on the lover they had overlooked the quiet observer, the man who had been there all along, hiding in plain sight.

   The sister collapsed to the floor, her lifeblood staining the worn carpet. Jimin stepped over her body, his eyes fixed on Taehyung and Jeongguk, a chilling smile spreading.

"Now, it's your turn," he said, raising his gun.
The game had just taken a deadly turn.
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