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a figure clad in full black stood tautly against the brick wall, watching the people crowd the small building, the sirens completely deafening him. he chuckles lightly and watches his own breath turn into visible fog. he slowly closes his eyes and it snaps open once he hears a familiar blusterous voice coming from afar. he takes one step and looks at the blonde-haired boy coldly from afar.
"a delivered death warrant from me to you," he drones with a sly simper tugging on his lips while he fishes out the car keys from his coat.
as he takes slow steps apropos the mustang parked at the very side of the road that's crossing the pavilion, he remained far from atypical to the passerby's that were propelled off from the crime scene. he squints his eyes as he hops inside the drivers seat, feeling a nifty disturbance greeting his system by the loud sirens from the scene.
it was loud; loud as if seeming to overrun and quiet down a certain bloke's conscience after such austere contingency. but if that's even the case, nothing overruns him.
the cimmerian shade runs within him, the devil. and as he drives in a steadfast pace through the labyrinth of snow and ice, twisted nerves whistled by him to the thick air, his mind flew on a blurry envision of a pair of discordant chocolate brown eyes with lips as red as the blood tinctured on his cheeks.
but he was hauled back to reality by the loud ringing of his phone. his lips parted as he picks it up, eyebrows furrowing.
"here, in the forest, dark and deep, i offer you, eternal sleep," a scheming shudder of voice boomed from the other line, followed in by a chuckle.
he puts the cigarette in-between his lips, percolates the noxious smoke that fills his lungs, heaves out a cloud of smoke, and thereupon stares ahead.
"there, in the forest, where the rivers serves as his veins, he rests in a pool of blood, his own devil questioning him why he has fallen into a deep sleep and never awake."
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baekhyun sat on a black regency chair inside the station's surveillance room. dark circles surround his bloodshot eyes as he bores down on the computer settled on top of the table. across from him sits officer kim with a reprieved look on his face. he gently taps his fingers on the table and slowly pushes the folder to baekhyun with a loud sigh.
"junmyeon," a hint of empathy was heeded behind his cracking voice, "i wasn't able to save him. it's all my fault."
"no," junmyeon looks away from him to the monitor, "it wasn't your fault. you didn't have any idea at all, didn't you?"
"but shouldn't i have?"
"but did you?" he sits straight and opens the folder, spreading the pictures taken by the division from the crime scene.
but it wasn't only from a single tableau. it wasn't only of one boy, but of many. the pair of chocolate brown eyes looks down on each, terror greeting his system. it wasn't wrong when minseok once told him how everyone's in the same game, just in the sediment of different levels. but this one is unusual; it was of the same devil.
"it's a bit offensive to think how he can outsmart such persons serving the monarchy, don't you think?" it rolled smoothly off junmyeon's tongue, "the evildoer has left such a tricky stratagem. he didn't left any clues besides numbers and lines."
on every victim's wrist incised bar codes and numbers. baekhyun looks down at them with a scrunched face, not being able to make anything out of the various numbers, the thick and thin lines. he gulps and looks away, once again feeling the throb in his head and the gruesome pain enthralling his whole being once his eyes were glued on the very last photo.
"it's all my fault," tears prick his eyes and it slowly rolls down his damped cheeks.
"stop saying that. senshine won't like hearing you say those words. he blamed himself for everything bad that's happening to you when he was still breathing, don't trouble himself 'til now that his heart stopped beating."
