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ahri

another bedroom..?

i entered the room cautiously. i kept ignoring the fact that it screamed 'danger!' because, well, it also felt like all my questions will be answered inside this room.

it smelled like someone died here..

it was dark, really dark, i couldn't see anything so i felt my way towards a light switch and flicked it on.

another door was inside the room, at the left part. dried blood appeared to have seeped out from the other side of the it. i gulped, already having an idea of what's inside.

with heavy footsteps, i made my way towards the door and opened it.

"aaaaaaaaaaahhh!" i dropped on the ground out of pure shock. i covered my mouth as tears streamed down my eyes like a broken faucet.

wonyoung's body sat inside the small, claustrophobic room. she had many stabs all over her body, her neck was twisted in an inhuman angle so her head hung limply, almost as if it was going to fall off any second.

beside her was another corpse, though this one looked like it was left here a very long time ago. the body looked like it belonged to a boy, around 10-12 years old. worms and other insects crawled out of its body. could this have been the boy in the pictures?

nausea hit me like a truck and i had no choice but to throw up all the contents of my stomach on the floor.

i sat there, still dumbfounded about everything that i've witnessed up until now. i couldn't accept the fact that wonyoung is sitting beside another dead body, swimming in her own blood.

i failed to protect her.

the tears didn't stop falling until i heard sirens outside the house, followed by a large amount of footsteps running towards my location.

police officers and medical staffs flooded the room in an instant. they helped me stand up and brought me outside the house and to the ambulance parked outside. my brain was still trying to process everything so i didn't understand what they were asking me, i didn't bother to, anyways.

in my peripheral vision, i saw jisung and chenle talking to the police.

i closed my eyes and prayed that this was just a bad dream.

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