i woke up in a room.
it was filled with graves. not just any graves, but his friends'.
"looks like youve murdered them all," someone whispered.
there was blood on his hands. on his own two hands.
"isnt this what you wanted?" it whispered.
at this point i didn't know who i was. i looked around to see where the whispering has come from.
"isnt this what you have dreamed of? wanting to live a peaceful life?" it whispered once more. i looked at all the graves.
"i just helped make it quicker," once again, more whispering.
"but who are you?" i asked.
"your friend, your partner. ive liked to be called satan," that name rang in my head.
i smirked.
yes ive killed all my friends.
yes there was blood on my own two hands.
yes. the killer was me. jung hoseok.
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the end~ wahhh
