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14th of November |8:19 AM|
Blaring sirens. Loud footsteps. Distance voices. Eunji awoke. In her hotel room. Room 31. With no recollection of how she got back. Still wearing the same clothes. Unmoved items. A banging sound invaded the steeliness of the room. She groaned in pain with every single bang. She opened the door slightly annoyed and hungover "What is it n-" Eunji stopped her words. "Miss we have a few questions for you" the man had his police barge in front of her very eyes. "Y-yes o-officer" She shuttered at the sudden realization. "Did you hear anything last night like a noise" the man had his notepad out, holding a pen. "N-no...I don't think so...I don't remember" She held her head. "It's a yes or a no ma'am" He voiced straightforwardly. "N-no, why are you asking me these questions" "A women died last night in the room across from yours" "In Room 19" Room 19? Eunji couldn't remember where she heard that room before. In a dream? A very cloudy dream.
Until last night she had never been to this city. This hotel. The policeman continued on with his questions "Did you ever interact with the women in room 19" "There was a women?" She watched as the stoic man closed his notepad sighing, handing Eunji a small card. "When you get your memories back call us" He walked down the hallway. Staring down at the card. Seoul Police Department was printed on it. Eunji then moved her gaze to the room right across from her. The door was decorated with yellow and black lettering. CAUTION. Headache. Was what she felt once she laid her eyes on the number on the door. 19. Caution. 19. Caution. 19.
It was a dead end. For Im Yoona. The former bartender was left with no justice. Only her prints remaining in the now empty room. Room 19. A room that reminded empty until the day Yoona was found.
Lifeless on the ground.There were no details on what happened to her exactly. There was no footage. No fingerprints. No traces. No suspects. Homicide was a fact.
Not an answer.
Among the public there was one that knew everything yet they also knew nothing.
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Room #19 || e)(o Chanyeol
Fanfiction"Do I know you?" I ask tilting my head up at him. "No, you don't." His expression solemn. The elevator dinged, He exited. Still nameless...mysterious. I knew nothing of him as the doors closed between us. He stood still as it shut, his back facing...
