WHO KILLED ME | 𝐁𝐓𝐒 ✓

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"Jungkook?"
She looked around the room, but saw no sign of him.

Eileen got out of bed, and walked along the creaking wood. She opened the door that leads outside and noticed Jungkook speaking to Jin.

"Of course, I'll tell her."
Jungkook smiled at him, heading back over to me.

"What is it?"
She asked, yawning.

"He said we should take a walk around town, you know, get to know the place?"
He slipped his raincoat on.

"Are you sure?"
She stuck her hand out into the pouring rain.

"Listen, I really want this to work. Plus, we need to find out where we can buy food and clothes."

"Fine."
She sighed, grabbing her raincoat as well.

They locked the door behind them and stepped into the muddy ground. It was strangely gloomy ever since they've been here. It's as if the sun touches every place but this one.

"Is there a map or something?"
Eileen asked, hugging her body from the freezing rain drops.

"Damn, I forgot to ask."
Jungkook sighed.

"We can just ask anyone we see."
She offered.

"Do you really think other people live here?"
Jungkook asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Well, Jin did say that his neighbor was an artist. Let's go ask him."

They walked until they reached the doorstep to the painters house. His door was also painted black, just like most the doors I've seen today.

Jungkook knocked on the door, stepping back next to me. We waited for a couple seconds, but no one came to the door.

"Maybe no one's home."
Jungkook assumed, knocking
on the door again. He moved
back when he heard running.

Jungkook peaked inside the glass window, looking inside the vintage home. He noticed the record machine was playing classical music, while the sounds of running were still present.

"Should we l-

"Jungkook.."
I pointed to the man at the window.
His face was covered by a white mask.