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beads of sweat trickled down moonbyul's face. she trembled, her voice doing the same.

"s-solar?"

her best friend and business partner, solar. the woman who was dead before her.

she had been shot in the head. everyone in the office had been killed, all except moonbyul.

"talk to me!" moonbyul screamed.

no response. moonbyul stood up, hearing distant footsteps. the culprit was coming to her. 

she leapt behind a desk, reaching for her gun. she would finally see who the culprit was, the one who killed her friends, her family.

but this wasn't the end, this was only the beginning.

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