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Jisoo POV
The sun shines warmly into my room, casting shapes all over my room. The curtains move elegantly to the wind and I realise that I had not remembered to close the curtains last night.
"Good morning Jisoo." I snap towards the voice, not remembering very clearly the events of last night. I had forgotten about my inhuman guest, I should be ashamed of myself.
"Good morning Jeonghan-hyung." He smiles, and from his breath, I can clearly smell the metallic scent of blood. I leap up, checking myself for any fresh wounds. He sits up, patting my hair. "Don't worry, I haven't harmed you. You smelt the blood right?" I nod, and he smirks. "You'll find out soon enough, whose blood this is."
I get up, stretching a bit before making my way to the bathroom. I'm not even halfway there when he asks me a question. "Who's Lee Seokmin?"
I turn towards him, I don't even know if I sleep-talk or if he's been through my memoirs while I was asleep. "I'm not telling you," I say "I don't need to bring back any more memories of him." "Is he the reason why you're like this?" He asks, and again, I tell him, "I'm not telling you."
Before I can take another breath, he's in front of me, "Well I guess there's no forcing you like this." He sighs, "I'm sorry Jisoo." And with that, I can feel his teeth in my neck and my blood rushing out. "H-Hyung.." My vision fades after a few minutes, the world slowly goes black, and the very last thing I see is a dark and sinister entity before me, staring down at me with those same red eyes and now blood-stained teeth.
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When I regain consciousness, I am lying naked in a tub full of cold water. "I'm sorry about that Jisoo, I didn't want to force you, so I just found an easier way."
"What exactly did you do?" I ask, feeling the wound, which is covered with a piece of cloth. "I decided to just access your memories so I don't need to worry about you lying to me if I ask you any questions." He says, "When a living creature dies, in their very last moments of unconsciousness before death, a being like me is able to watch the little 'flash of memories'. That's just what I did." He said. "I'm sorry for your losses."
He knows everything about me now.
He smiles, "I haven't touched any of them though."
I start to seethe with rage. "How dare you! Those are my memories! My secrets, my privacy! That was my life! How d-" He grabs my face, "Consider yourself lucky, you little shit." he leans closer to my face so that almost all I could see was the menacing look in his eyes. "I could've done anything with those precious memories of yours, I could've distorted them so badly you go mad. You don't think shit like that just happens to people right?" He smirks, "Let me tell you a little secret, naive one. What you call mental illness doesn't happen for no reason, we're the ones behind it."
