*Flashback*

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I hear Woojin grunting and his footsteps stop. I turn around to find him in a hold, choking him. The man behind him was completely dressed in gray.

I watch as Chan jumps onto the man, trying to get him away from Woojin. It didn't work as he was thrown to the ground, a loud crack echoing the empty bridge. He doesn't move afterwards.

They also try to get Woojin from the man except for me. I stand there, watching in pure shock. Hyunjin gets up and spits some blood on the ground.

 "Give him to me!" He yells.

 "Nope." The man holds near Woojin's tummy, causing him to double over.

He was holding a blood covered knife. "Is this a man?" He asks loudly. " Is this what men have become?"

I stumble backwards. "Please, leave us alone. We mean you no harm." I get on my knees and put my hands up.

He spits at me a horrid cackle. "I mean you harm. And let today be a lesson. If I find you again, I'll kill every single one of you." He pulls out a gun and shoots at Woojin. " Or not."

He's grabs the boy and gets up. He throws him over the bridge and turns the gun on himself. He shoots, leaving a gaping, bloody hole in the side of his head. His face was still like it was laughing.

I scramble to my feet and look over the bridge. I find Woojin slowly sinking to the bottom, turning the surrounding water red with his blood. I scream at the sight. Hyunjin looks at him and starts bawling his eyes out.

Everyone except for Chan and Jeong-In gets up to see. I go over to see them.

 "Jeong-In, are you okay?" I ask.

 He looks up at me, shaking. "P-Panicking! Help!" He gasps as if he had been holding his breath.

I hope him close to my chest and calm him down as best I can.


 "Chan?" I choke.

 He doesn't answer. He doesn't even open his eyes. I turn him to lay on his back. I look at his eyes, which were debating on whether or not to roll to the back of his head. I hold him tightly.

"Hyung, don't die. We need you. Please, wake up." I cry.

He manages a small noise. I look down at him to find him struggling to breathe. My hand was now warm and sticky with his blood, which was flowing from his head and neck.

 "119, what is you're emergency?"

 "I need an ambulance now." I answer them.

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