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"Miss, We would like to ask a few questions." Two detectives said, walking over to me right when I was going into the elevator.
"Yes? But I already answered
questions" I shuddered a little.
"By whom? We don't have your statement" They stared at me.
"There was a policeman that came to my door the d-day. He gave me a card" I pulled out the card in my coat pocket. Placing it in the women's hands.
Wondering their eyes back on me. "Look can you tell us what he looked like and what you told him" The man spoke up. "Why is something wrong?"
I shifted my eyes between the two detective. The women pressed her lips together and spoke "Miss, this is fake" She handed it back to me. "Can you tell us?" The man eyes locked with mine. I nodded my head without words to be said.
I felt like I was being played. Everything was leaning back to that night, the night I came into this hotel and Yoona died.
I was probably way too paranoid but what else was there. From the wiped memory to the murder of Im Yoona in the room across from mine. To a policeman that wasn't one to begin with. Strange encounter with the guy in the elevator, Chanyeol.
What could I do to get answers? It wasn't enough waiting for them. I wasn't the type to not act. I have a bad feeling that I can't rid of. I want it to be gone.
The only way I need how to was doing something about. As stupid as it sounds.
There was one thing I could do. Take matters into my own hands.
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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...
