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A maid made her way down to the room that has been the talk of the entire hotel.
If she was honest with herself she really didn't want to be the one to finally clean the room but since she was new and didn't want to be fired the first week. She took the job which she was already regretting.
When the door closed behind her from taking a few tiny steps into the room. She was hit with an inhuman smell that was indescribable. She held her nose squeezing it shut but she could taste the horrendous smell on her tongue.
"Didn't the police clear this place out?" She said to herself as she placed down the box of various cleaning tools and products on the marble floor.
After looking around the room the newbie maid made her way over to the doors that lead into the bedroom. Noticing the strength of the odor increase from the door to the bedroom.
She tugged the door open. Her hands fell to her sides. The girl froze on the spot. Her sight completely on the figure. Her words stuck in the back her throat. The maid wanted to scream but she couldn't.
Instead she collapsed onto the floor. Tears already streaming down her cheeks, she muffed her cries. She knew this scene too well.
Hanging, dangling lifelessly from the ceiling by the expensive golden curtain was a decaying body.
It was a young women.
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It was a late night after work, the city was sparkling as I observed from my taxi car window. Pressing my head against the glass, I let out a small yawn and I feel my shoulders fall slightly. Why did make myself stay late?
Because it was about the only place I could be in that wouldn't make me fall into a bottomless pit of thoughts about anything to do with Chanyeol and Yoona.
I did what Chanyeol wanted and haven't spoken to him since.
"I want to be alone." I sigh at the thought.
Clenching onto my cell phone in my hand when the taxi halted near the hotel. I lifted my heavy purse further up my shoulder once the gleaming tall hotel building with Lost City hanging from the top appeared.
From cross the street, the various police vehicles park in front and reporters snapping pictures of whatever they could. Interviewing whoever stepped out through the hotel's glass double doors.
It was like Déjà vu.
"I just found her like that...hanging from a rope. Poor girl." A girl in a maid's uniform explained tears welling up in her eyes to the policemen, who was undisturbed. Like he heard these kinds of things before.
"I can't believe it. Her grief made her...commit suicide" Someone begins to sob. My stomach begins to twist.
The appearance of black bag being transported through the lobby made the chattering and sobs pause in deafening silence.
As it came closer in a slow manner with two medics moving it along. I couldn't comprehend what my eyes caught on the tag dancing from the large body bag.
Krystal.
It's a lie. It has to be.
I could feel my throat squeezing. My breathing becoming uneven. I stare down at my feet on the polished flooring. My vision switching between sharp focus to obscure.
Krystal wouldn't.
The flame that burned in her eyes a few nights ago. Proved that she wouldn't. She wanted justice for her sister. Determined to obtain it.
Krystal wouldn't, I repeated again in the confines of my mind.
An immediate ding of the elevator where the bag body came from just previously. Revealed Park Soohyuk and Chanyeol. He was buttoning the middle of his midnight suit together. Adjusting it to his lean body and fixing his silver watch on his right wrist.
Chanyeol's eyes aligned with mine.
He didn't acknowledge me or give a second glance. It was like I was a ghost. I was invisible in his eyes. Death lingering in the air. The chanting of others remaining.
He walked away through the double doors.
"What has changed?" I asked myself, even though my mind wondered to the thought that maybe Chanyeol was always like this from the start.
"Jung Eunji?" Someone said next to me. I glance over at the person calling.
It was the same women I have seen before from when I had to give my statement a second time. Expect, she was dressed differently with her hair falling onto her shoulders and a grey pant suit. The brunet women also was without a partner this time around.
"My name is Seohyun, I'm the detective that talked to you previously." I nodded my head at her words.
"Mind if I ask you a few questions?" She softly smiled. In the corner of eye, I could feel someone's watchful stare. However, I couldn't take my eyes off the detective in front of me.
"Not at all."
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New supporting character: Detective Seohyun. What questions do you think Seohyun is going to ask Eunji? Why do you think Chanyeol is acting strange? (He always acts strange lol). I started this chapter with the maid since I wanted to change things up. I hope I didn't confuse anyone.
So I wanted to take a moment to promote a brand new story by me and my friend (Enica Twins). It's called My Ex-Boy Toy and it's a Byun Baekhyun story. If you love you some Byun go check it out on my works. It's rated M so choose carefully (You won't regret it tho).
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Fiksi Penggemar"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...
