Omen - [EDITING]

[ Planning ]

No layout plans were available in the website as expected. Not every company would include one in their own website since it wasn't related to architecture at all. They specialized in different categories of their own and this one was specifically in the science faculty. 

The website consisted mostly of success rates and rewards about their best doctors and researchers, including my own Father. Just the thought that he was part of the Black Snow Co. caused my insides to agitate once more. He straight up lied to my face about him working overseas, or that I just wasn't aware since he's never mentioned it to me at all. 

Clearly, I was both infuriated and astounded knowing that Father was involved in this mess. 

SeokJin and I were counting on each other to bail each others family members out. He wanted his family members and I want my Father to return. I had never expected for Father to be part of it, even when SeokJin evidently mentioned it right into my face a few days ago. As it is a natural human behaviour, it is rather common for one to deny a given fact before witnessing it with their own pair of eyes. 

They wouldn't want to trust in the words of the said speaker until full evidence was delivered to the receiver. Up until the point where SeokJin could transform himself into a wolf did I finally begin to believe that he wasn't lying - to the point where he didn't manipulate me with his abilities. I trusted him with full potential and even tried to see through any deceptions.

However, SeokJin was being truthful throughout our mini investigation together. I couldn't doubt him anymore despite his taunting traits that intimidated me at times. I thought it was one way for him to gain my trust, but then again time is precious. 

It took me at least a few days and assumptions to extract the answers out, which had been channeled the moment the first two intruders were sent to my home. I wouldn't know where to begin with in tracing the capturers of SeokJin's family members and neither would I know where to find my own Father. 

Reporting a case of a missing person to the police would only render useless since I could've done it ages ago, yet I didn't since I had assumed Father was busy with work. They would've found him even faster compared to my blank mind, but once again I did not take the initiative to do so. Everything derived from my acceptance as a young child that Father would someday return pleased. I gave it all to wait for him, albeit I was desperate for a parent to be present in this one and only home. 

I had struggled to live independently even with the neighbours around me. I didn't want to trouble them as much as I didn't want to disturb Father. I didn't understand back then what his work had to do with Mother's incident. I wasn't fully aware whether his research could bring back Mother alive. 

My mind was slightly hyperactive and creative back then. 

I was living in a time of contradiction and frequently debated to myself whether or not I should've filed this case ages ago. Father had assured that his work was the only one plausible reason as to the minimal contact we've had with each other. Once again, I believed in him and his words. He is my Father and he has the right for his privacy to be respected. 

I was patient enough till I surpassed my youth, which I didn't want to recall although it sits right in my head. I had believed that Father would someday come home, although he cut off contact merely four years ago. It was my own deliberate decision to remain quiet and allow Father to do his part of playing the role as a parent. 

Everything progressed from my choices and I knew I lacked the awareness of how it affects my everyday life. I was personally taught by no one but myself, which was more or less my hunches. I had to learn from whatever source there was to find instead of asking the responsible adults about my curiosity. The teachers at my previous school were rather concerned about my state of living, but that's all there was to it.