𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 | ʙᴛs ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇs

-Requiem Unknown-

"Some songs are never finished,
Yet they echo long after we're gone."

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Warning [18+]: Violence ahead

- YOONGI

I know this song.

At least, I think I do.

The notes are familiar, curling around my fingers like an old habit. But the more I play, the more wrong it feels-like a memory twisted just enough to make you question if it ever belonged to you.

The sheet music had arrived this morning, slipped under my door without a name or a message. Just ink on paper, written by hands I don't recognize, yet somehow, the melody sits in my bones.

I pause, staring at the unfinished last measure. My apartment is silent except for the faint hum of the city outside, but I feel like I'm being watched.

The song-it's trying to tell me something.

And then it hits me.

Kim Jisoo.

A name I haven't thought of in years. A girl who used to sit across from me in the practice rooms, her fingers moving effortlessly over the piano keys, her laughter soft but unforgettable. A girl who vanished without a trace, swallowed by silence.

I was seventeen when she disappeared.

They never found her. No body, no last words, just an empty space where she used to be.

And now, years later, someone has sent me this song.

My hands tighten around the sheet music.

Why now?

And more importantly-who wants me to remember her?

...

The melody lingers in my head long after I stop playing. It hums beneath my skin, an itch I can't scratch. The worst part? I don't know why.

I should let this go. Toss the sheet music, forget about it. But my mind won't stop circling back to her-Kim Jisoo.

I grab my phone, fingers hesitating over the search bar. It's been The melody lingers in my head long after I stop playing. It hums beneath my skin, an itch I can't scratch. The worst part? I don't know why.

Kim Jisoo, missing person case.

The same old articles appear. "Pianist Kim Jisoo Disappears Without a Trace." "No Leads in Music Academy Student's Mysterious Vanishing." A few outdated forum threads with people speculating what happened-kidnapping, suicide, even ridiculous theories about her running away to start a new life.

I scroll until I reach a name buried in an article from years ago. A name I've never paid attention to before.

Clara Ashcroft.

A former music teacher at an elite academy. Arrested. Escaped custody. Wanted for multiple disappearances.

My stomach twists. My pulse quickens.