Criminal Profiler Jiwon Natividad is dragged from her vacation by a terrifying serial murder case. Each victim's head is wrapped in packing tape and adorned with a frightening happy face, while their hands and feet are bound with ropes as they lie e...
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Jiwon's apartment was small, almost minimalist. The bedroom doubled as her living space, with a bed and an old vanity table left behind by the previous tenant. Walang couch. Walang dining table. Walang mga gamit na nagpapakita ng comfort. It was utilitarian at best, but Jiwon didn't seem to mind.
"Maliit lang," Jiwon admitted. She was almost apologetic as she placed her bag on the vanity. "Walang furniture and appliances. Kama at vanity lang naiwan nung last tenant. 'Tsaka... naisip ko na no need na rin maglagay. Temporary lang naman ako dito. Lilipat rin ako after this whole smiley face murder case."
Imbis na magsalita ay sinimulan ni Jiho na igala ang paningin sa kabuuan ng maliit na apartment. Gamit ang talas ng mga mata niya ay sinuri niya ang bawat sulok, bawat posibleng blind spot. He even moved to the windows, checked the locks, and even crouched down to inspect beneath the bed. His training kicked in instinctively-there wasn't room for mistake, especially not when it came to Jiwon.
"Anong ginagawa mo?" tanong ni Jiwon, amused habang pinapanood ang pag-inspect ng binata na animo'y isang seasoned professional inspector.
Jiho straightened. He brushed his hands against his jeans. "Checking if there's anything off. Bugs, weak points, or traps."
"May nakita ka ba?"
Lumambot ang ekspresyon ni Jiho nang magtagpo ang mga mata nila. "Safe naman," sagot niya. "Pero mas safe ngayong nandito na ako."
Jiwon couldn't help but laugh. "Well, then, salamat sa presence. Magsho-shower lang ako," she said and grabbed a pair of comfortable clothes folded neatly inside her open suitcase. "Ikaw? Gusto mo bang maligo after? It was a long day. May damit ako dito. Unisex naman. Pwede kong ipahiram sa 'yo, if you want." She teased him with a playful smile.
Umiling si Jiho. "'Di na. May dala akong extra sa kotse. Kunin ko na lang."
"Suit yourself." Jiwon disappeared into the bathroom. And soon, the sound of running water filled the small space.
Bumaba si Jiho sa parking lot para kuhanin ang extra clothes na dala niya sa kotse. It was eerily quiet. The kind of silence that made every sound echo. Pagdating sa trunk ng sasakyan niya, binuksan niya ang duffle bag at inilabas mula doon ang isang pares ng fresh shirt at sweatpants.
But then, he froze.
That unmistakable feeling crept up his spine-someone was watching him. Hindi lang iyon simpleng tingin. Ramdam niya na isa iyong matalim na obserbasyon, katulad nang ginagawa niya sa mga suspects. His hand slowly moved to his holster, drawing his gun. He turned swiftly. Pointed the barrel in the direction of the feeling.
Ngunit walang tao. Tila wala ni isang kaluluwa sa paligid. Pinasadahan niya nang tingin ang kabuuang parking lot. Nagbakasakali na mayroong makitang pag-galaw o anino ng tao. Ngunit wala. Ibinaba niya ang baril, ngunit ang tensyon sa mga balikat niya ay naroon pa rin hanggang sa ibinalik na niya sa holster ang armas.
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