The Act of The Traitor [✓]

Replacement

When understanding the traits of a psychopath, it was sometimes tough to discern what truth is delivered and what is not. They have been pointed to easily manipulate the minds of any innocent victims, whether it was an adolescence, an adult or even the elderly. Any crimes that they've committed were bound to be concealed with believable white lies.

They were pointed as normal human beings with the mind of a smart lunatic. 

Upon groaning in her sleep, Jin halted from surveilling through the camera's, switching the laptop off before darting towards the shaken MinYoung. Now aware of the nosebleed, he considered it as a mild side-effect. Jin cleaned the trickling blood with the hem of his sleeves, pulling the now conscious lass to stand up and lean against the headboard. 

Her blurry sight roams around the rather unfamiliar surroundings, taking it all in slowly as Jin caressed her face. She didn't flinch at the contact, but rather reciprocated his touch with a blank state. 

She frowned her brows as if trying to remember something, but could no extract anything in particular.

"MinYoung, what's the matter? Why are you giving me that strange look?" Jin casually inquired, placing one strand of her hair behind her ear. She stared at Jin as if he was a stranger. She grasped the hand that was stroking her face, clearly in confusion as she began to poke his palm. 

He had no clue as to what she was doing was relevant to the after effect of the serum. Jin only considered that she had forgotten at least half of her memories or so despite her calm posture. He knew when someone's memories were still intact if they had thrashed at their captor. 

Bingo.

Jin smirked to himself at the success in twisting her memories. There was no need for Hoseok to take MinYoung's life away at all. She was bound to be a great replacement for Naomi. 

All of a sudden, a gunshot fired from the other side of the insulated wall. The gunshot was so thick and intense that it passed through the hollow ventilation. A body dropped down seconds later and Jin noticed the calm expression on MinYoung's face. It was his turn to frown now. 

"Was ... that a G18?" 

Her strange answer flabbergasted Jin and in response he retracted his arm away.

"You ...  know what type of gun was used?" Jin asks and MinYoung nodded, still with a blank look on her face.

"How do you know that- I mean, how?"

Her gaze hasn't left Jin's perfectly proportioned face, shrugging her shoulders in response with a light shake of the head. She could just tell. Maybe, it was because of her job as a police officer. Perhaps her grandfather had wanted his granddaughter to study the different types of guns. Jin hadn't expected MinYoung to know what type of gun makes different gunshots.

Jin inches closer to the half-awaken lass who remained in her spot. Her frown disappeared the moment he placed both hands on her shoulders. She remained composed against the headboard.

"Do you know who I am?" He implied, raising one brow whilst anticipating for any answer that was bound to come out of her mouth.

"You're Kim SeokJin, my husband who went missing a few weeks ago. You were the one who killed my grandfather."

He heaved a short sigh before continuing with another question. Jin couldn't care less if her memories remained, as long she was an entirely different person. That was the only thing that mattered to him.

"And how do you feel about that?"

She blinked once more and replied.

"Nothing. I don't feel anything. I don't feel pain, grief or happiness."