[ DONGHYUCK ]
I was contemplating whether where to go but the hallway between the grand staircase was welcoming.
I hastily made my way towards the art gallery. there's a chandelier lighten by candles here too.
Searching for my brother and friends all over the room, I gave up. There's nothing here except the previous owners of the house.
Who painted these?
He must be a good artist.
I felt uneasiness passing by these work of art.
It felt like they were staring and following me by gaze. I saw something moved from the corner of my eyes.
I quickly averted my gaze on it and it was an empty hanging canvas above a coffee table. Curiosity gets the best on me that's why I walked towards it.
I observed the canvas, "why would they hang something empty?"
I jolted when my foot hit something.
No something hit my foot from below the table.
I was surprised when I took it and saw a match box. I unconsciously opened it and saw a folded letter on it.
you can't find anything
who are precious
that matches next to my toy firetruck
the thought of playing to enjoy
friend who doesn't belong to us
It doesn't make any sense, "pfft. so random" but my eyes widened when I saw the name written below the empty canvas read, "Lee Donghyuck"
I heard the terrifying sound again and it was coming on the end of the hall.
The last thing I saw was the painting of a young guy, about sixteen, named jisung, frowning at me.
He looked directly in my eyes before looking away, closing his eyes when the thing from the upstairs ripped my chest apart.
oh nooo! looks like you died! again...
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