Jungkook's pencil scratched against the paper in furious motions, his brow furrowed as he concentrated on capturing every detail Anya described.
Each line, each stroke, was laced with frustration and urgency. Anya sat beside him, her voice soft and steady as she recounted the fragmented images from her memory, though the tension in her face betrayed the effort it took to relive it.
"His nose was a little crooked, and he had a scar... here," Anya said, tracing her own cheek for reference.
Jungkook nodded, quickly making the adjustment on the paper. His jaw was tight, his eyes dark with focus.
The door creaked open, and Taehyung stepped in, his presence filling the room with a quiet authority.
He glanced between Anya and Jungkook, the scene before him painting a picture he didn't yet understand.
"Anya," Taehyung began, his voice soft but tinged with concern. "How are you?"
Anya turned her head, offering a faint smile. "I'm fine, Tae."
Taehyung's gaze flicked to Jungkook, who hadn't stopped his scribbling, his movements almost aggressive in their precision.
"What are you drawing?" Taehyung asked, his tone curious but wary.
Jungkook didn't look up. "I was taking the details of the people who attacked them," he said simply, the words heavy with restrained anger.
Taehyung's expression shifted, his eyes widening slightly as he processed the statement. Anya nodded, her expression unreadable, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of vulnerability.
Taehyung pressed on, his voice growing colder, sharper. "Then why don't we check the camera footage? Someone had to see something."
"There's no use," Jungkook interjected, his tone clipped as he continued drawing. "The footage was deleted. The neighborhood cameras were damaged too."
Taehyung turned to him, frowning deeply. "How do you know that?"
Jungkook paused his drawing just long enough to glance at Taehyung, his expression dark and unyielding.
"Because when we got the phone call about Ria, we sent one of our people to check. The footage was wiped clean—deleted from the cloud too. Whoever did this didn't leave loose ends."
Taehyung's anger simmered beneath the surface, his mind racing. "You think this was planned?" he asked, his voice low and deliberate.
"I don't think this was just some random attack," Jungkook said, his voice steady but laced with tension.
"If it was normal, we'd have something. Anything. But there's nothing—no footage, no leads. They made sure of it."
Jungkook held out the completed sketches, his voice low but urgent. "Now, Anya," he said, his tone softening as he looked at her trembling hands.
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Darkness Between Us
Fanfic"I thought I was content-proud of my achievements. But deep down, there was a void. An emptiness that no amount of success could fill. The loneliness was my only constant companion. My conversations were superficial, my connections fleeting. I was s...
