Silent Lies

Revenge!?

The room was dimly lit, a single bulb hanging from the ceiling casting flickering shadows on the cracked walls. The air was cold, heavy with the scent of dampness and metal. Hong Jisoo and his father were tied to two steel chairs in the center, their hands bound tightly behind them. Both had bloodied faces and bruises, the result of their capture after an intense fight.

Seungcheol stood in front of them, his fists clenched, his face a storm of controlled rage. Behind him, Jeonghan leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, his eyes cold and calculating. Joshua stood to the side, his expression unreadable, while Mingyu, Hoshi, and Vernon formed a tight semicircle, their gazes fixed on their captives.

“You thought you could get away with it, didn’t you?” Seungcheol’s voice was low and menacing, each word cutting through the silence like a blade.

Jisoo smirked, even in his battered state. “You think this changes anything? You’re wasting your time.”
Before anyone could respond, Mingyu stepped forward and delivered a sharp punch to Jisoo’s jaw. The sound of the impact echoed through the room, followed by a low groan from Jisoo.

“You don’t get to talk,” Mingyu spat, his voice trembling with fury. “Not after everything you’ve done.”

Hoshi paced back and forth, his usual cheerfulness replaced by a cold, simmering anger. “Do you even understand the pain you’ve caused? The lives you’ve destroyed?” He stopped suddenly, glaring at Jisoo’s father. “Do you even care?”

The older man lifted his head, his expression one of disdain. “Care? Why should we care about insignificant lives? They were tools—nothing more.”

Jeonghan pushed off the wall, his steps deliberate as he approached. He grabbed the man’s collar, forcing him to look into his eyes. “Tools?” His voice was deceptively calm, but his grip was unrelenting. “You used people. You ruined families. And for what? Your sick experiments?”

Joshua, who had remained silent until now, walked forward. His eyes met Jisoo’s, and for a moment, there was no trace of the guilt or hesitation that usually clouded his features. “You made me look like a monster. You used my name to justify your crimes. Do you know how many people died because of you?”

Jisoo chuckled weakly, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. “And yet, here you are, playing hero. How noble.”k

Without warning, Vernon delivered a swift kick to Jisoo’s side, the force of it causing the chair to tip slightly. “That’s enough out of you,” he growled. “You don’t get to act smug after everything you’ve done.”

Jisoo coughed, his smirk faltering as pain lanced through him.

Jeonghan turned to the others, his voice firm. “We’re not here to listen to their excuses. We’re here to make sure they understand what it feels like to be powerless.”

Seungcheol nodded, stepping closer to Jisoo’s father. “Start talking. Why did you do it? Why

the disappearances? What were you trying to achieve?”

The older man remained silent, his jaw clenched.

Seungcheol’s patience snapped. He grabbed a nearby bucket of water and splashed it over the man’s face, the icy liquid causing him to gasp. “Answer me!”

For a moment, it seemed like the man would remain defiant. But as Seungcheol raised his hand again, he finally spoke. “We wanted control. Power. The disappearances were a means to an end. Experiments to create something… greater.”

“Greater?” Mingyu’s voice was filled with disgust. “You destroyed lives for your twisted ambitions?”

Jeonghan leaned closer, his voice a deadly whisper. “And where are these experiments now? What’s your plan?”