Dawn the next day, as soon as he'd been left alone and had the chance to cool his soul, Park GhiYon made a phone call. Whom did he call? Han DooSan, whom he told what happened to him the night before, about his fears and suspicions.
When he called DooSan, GhiYon hoped to be understood and supported. Instead of that, he heard from DooSan just a simple but clear „Are you sure?"
„If I'm sure?" GhiYon growled in the receiver when he heard his friend's question. „Of course, I'm sure. More than sure, better said. Do you know why? I have clear evidence of the hot night I've been through. What kind of evidence? Blood, which I'm cleaning from off the floor of my living room, trying to make sure my wife doesn't see it. You know very well what will happen to me if she sees that, right?"
„Of course, I know," replied DooSan drily. „She'll leave you headless!"
„Worse than that: she'll definitely send me next to your beloved ghost, and if this happens, I'm sure you won't cry for me as you've cried for her. Or... am I wrong now?"
DooSan burst into laughter. „Are we dating or something to cry for you? If this happens and you remain headless, what I'll do is light a candle and say a prayer for your soul to rest in peace. Maybe I'll also buy some white flowers and stop by your grave to ask you how you are doing."
„Ia, Han DooSan!" GhiYon yelled again over the loudspeaker that poor DooSan thought he'd go deaf. Yet, this didn't scare him. All he did was to tap his ear slowly, somehow bored, calmly saying eventually:
„I could have lived without your shouts right from the morning. Yet, once you love tougher, I accept that you are right: yes, bro, I've crossed the line. Yet, what to do? It's who I am, right?"
„Of course, it's who you are," GhiYon growled, throwing the cloth into the bucket of water. „I also know from whom you've learned to be that shameless. From Ian SolHi, isn't it?"
„Maybe she learned that from me, don't you think so?"
„Nea. Why? I know you too well, my friend. I know what you can do. Even so, you've been kinder with your friends before. I can't say the same about you after you messed with certain ghosts. Yet, why am I complaining now? I'm the one who pushed you toward her, thinking you'll be wiser and safer this way. Yeah, right! Since you two have started walking hand in hand, I'm not calm anymore."
DooSan smiled. „Hand in hand? Where did you take that from? I don't remember that this has ever happened."
„Yet, I'm sure of that. Why? I feel it!"
„And? What else do you feel if it's not a secret, of course?" DooSan teased him, comfortably sitting on the hood of his car, which he parked in front of the prison.
„That... you are looking for problems again, for example?" GhiYon asked. The silence that followed his question made him think and furiously growled after that, „Don't tell me that I've been right and you look for problems again?"
„Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you but you've been right, Park GhiYon. I'm looking for problems again. Where? In front of the prison."
GhiYon suddenly winced, standing up after he'd been squatting in front of the bucket with water by then. „In front of prison?" He asked DooSan, confused. „What have you lost there? Memories or maybe the day of yesterday that you spent in jail and convinced yourself that you belong to that place?"
„No. I'm here because of certain suppositions, which I try to convince myself that are real. Which ones? I'll tell you if they are true. Now, tell me: what exactly happened last night?"
„Honestly? I also don't know too much about that," answered GhiYon, calmly this time. „All I know is that they've been attacked."
DooSan winced this time, frightenedly looking around. „They've been attacked? By whom? Is SolHi fine? Is she still with you?" He asked, barely breathing, making GhiYon squint at his phone.
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INSIDE MONSTER. THE FUGITIVE.
Gizem / GerilimDooSan's POV: „Only pain has been close to me in the last year. Pain and agony at the same time, something that often makes my head crack because of so many questions that don't have an answer, but which still make my soul bleed. Yes, I can't feel d...