A chilly breeze brushed passed her skin as the keys tried to escape from her small hands.
Ania Lazarov eventually was able to fit the grey metallic key into the hole, allowing her to enter the Gem Mine.
All the lights had been switched off, leaving the white girl abandoned in the darkness as she closed the door behind her. She had always hated doing the morning shifts. If pole dancing and stripping wasn't enough, she always drew the short straw of having to clean up after the aftermath of Saturday nights.
It made her wonder if this was all worth it for just a citizenship card. Maybe the familiar cold winds of Russia were where she belonged after all.
She brushed off the thought as she flicked on the army of switches by the front entrance sparking a chain reaction of multicoloured light to illuminate the pathway. As she was about to make her way towards the main area, a song was abruptly turned on.
It made the small girl jumped out of her skin at first before she realised that it was just music. Then again, she knew that the speakers were connected to Jolie's phone and she wouldn't have just left her phone here.
The music she heard wasn't exactly club music either, only causing a slight shiver to creep down her spine. The sound was broken and crumbling like the majority of old songs are like.
Non, rien de rien
Non, Je ne regrette rien
Hesitantly walking towards to the birthplace of the dilapidated music, holding a tighter grip on the pepper spray tucked away in her handbag.
Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait
Ni le mal; tout ca m'est bien egal
Slowly approaching the music as she could sense the end stampeding towards her, right before she noticed the unmistakable deeply tanned legs laced in the Zicron bejewelled high heels hanging off the edge of the main stage.
Non, rien de rien
Her pace grew faster until she had eventually reached the main stage room.
Non, je ne regrette rien
The embellished disco ball spun round in a frenzy-like state, reflecting the scorching purple light into Ania's eyes as she tried to focus her eyes on the image in front of her.
Car ma vie, car mes joies
Light raining down on Jolie as the blood continued to stain her body.
Aujourd'hui
It was everywhere.
Ca commence avec toi
The silver pole impaling her lifeless body.
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"Wait... the stripper they found was Jolie Marc?" Jin shrieked, not quite believing the words he was saying.
"Yeah, Ania Lazarov found her this morning at the Gem Mine impaled by one of the strip poles." Taehyung replied, trying not to think of the image in his mind.
Jin knew from the moment he heard about her death that it was his fault that she was murdered. It was obvious that the killer was the same one who killed Sara. Obviously, the killer wanted to shut Jolie up after she was starting to give him more clues.
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𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆.
Fanfiction❝I knew you did it... I knew that you killed her!❞ After being caught and trapped in the aftermath of the young Sara Moretti's murder, Valentina Santiago finds herself questioning where her love lies. Not only that, but the secrets she and everyone...
