"It's a place for the medically ill, a bunch of lunatics."
"How could you call these human beings lunatics?"
"Excuse me,
The insane."
Kim Namjoon. Patient #22
Crime: Murder
BTS HORROR AU
3.3.19 70th in #btshorror
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It was dead silent outside of an apartment building.
The people inside were all standing around, mainly surrounding one particular body.
A woman's.
There, on the sidewalk, laying a dead woman, arms and legs mangled in different directions. Her face was covered and drenched in her own blood, staining the concrete into a murky-brown.
That wasn't all, near the top of the apartment, was another corpse, a man and another woman.
The other woman was completely naked behind the curtains of a shower, fallen, along with old water still trying to escape the tub.
Her neck was completely sliced. The culprit looked as if they attempted to beat the woman to death, but ended up stabbing her below the chin.
Next was the father of this family, the man, with one open wound and a knife shanked right above it on his back. His arm was stretched out on the ground, as if trying to reach something.
There was no sign of the culprit after this incident came to an end.
It was now six hours after the murders began, the culprit still being on the loose.
The apartment building became full of people - outsiders, police, detectives, neighbors and such - the body's were tucked under white, plastic blankets, still in place ever since the acts.
So many cameras were flicking, on and off, strangers were looking away, yelling, pointing, all at the one huge scene of a massacre on a nice, quiet day.
One of the many, many people in the crowd was holding a suitcase; a dark brown color with a red, small tiger logo on it. One with black, long hair, large cat-like sunglasses, and blood red lip stick. One giving off a "rich vibe," emitting a different kind of person compared to the thick-minded beings scattered around them.
That person was Mrs. Sunmi.
She observed the situation and smirked, her head being in a different state of mind in comparison to the detectives.
This was her moment to catch her prey.
Walking away from the scene, she waltzed to a nearby park like a magnet - "connecting the dots."
Her hands both on the handle of her suitcase, she stood like a dancer, proper and ready, to seek to what she had in mind.
Looking to her left were only a couple of people walking, a little shop of food and accessories, and a setting of green trees and blue skies.
Directly in front of her was an open space, a field, with happy families and friends scattered across and beyond the park, laughing and talking like there's no tomorrow.
