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chapter 3

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My mother used to tell me that people like us were cursed, because we did our thinking with our hearts instead of our heads. I didn't completely understand what she meant, until I saw her after a couple of days of drinking instead of taking her pills. It didn't take long before her own demons started talking to me too and I realised that it wasn't just the two of us. We were all cursed. Our curse was being put on this world and being forced to live an existence where happiness was as fragile as a house made of cards.

'' Come on. Why are you starting to cry all over again? I bought you ice cream, didn't I? '' I watched the policeman who was leaning towards a young child and attempting to convince him to rat out his abusive father. Detective Masato was forcing a smile on his face and trying not to lose his patience with the kid that had teary eyes and blood smeared under his nose. He was sitting in his older sister's lap and it seemed like she was barely holding on to her nerves too.

Only that instead of getting mad at her younger brother, she snapped at the detective: '' You didn't buy him ice cream. You gave him a chocolate bar. It was half melted and I have a feeling that it was sitting in your drawer for months... So, stop pressuring him. ''

'' Same thing, '' the detective dismissively waved with his hand and rolled his eyes. That movement was enough to make the young boy flinch and burst in to tears again. Masato buried his face in his hands in desperation before he glared at the kid's older sister and asked: '' Look, is he going to talk or not? If I don't get a testimony, I can't keep his father in prison for more than twenty-four hours. ''

The girl pushed a strand of her red hair behind her ear and hissed: '' What am I supposed to do? I wasn't there when it happened. ''

'' I know that you weren't. It's because you were selling drugs for that guy who currently has control over Shinjuku... That's right, do you think that I don't know? '' The girl noticeably tensed and protectively wrapped her arms around her younger brother. I was sitting on a nearby bench for quite a while already and secretly eavesdropping to their conversation. The police station was full of people and everyone was busy with their own tasks and goals. Nobody really cared about the girl with an unusual blue wig and heart-shaped plasters slapped on her cheeks. '' Look, why don't we make a deal? ''

I watched the man place a packet of white dust on the table and slide it towards the girl. He was the same man who hit Nano and now he was shamelessly exploiting his authority again. '' I'll give you this. Maybe even two of these. You like this type of drugs, don't you? I notice how you've been acting ever since you stepped in to our police station. Tell me the truth, you like personally testing out your merchandise before you sell it, don't you? ''

His smile widened when the red haired girl didn't respond. '' Well, it doesn't matter. You take this and in return, say that you were there when your stepfather hit your brother. That way I can send him to prison. Your brother will be put in foster care, but no matter where he'll end up, it surely won't be worse than staying with his dad, right? ''

He shamelessly exploited the girl's worst fears and she fell right in to his trap.

I turned my head when I heard the sound of a door getting slammed and saw him walk inside the police station. Byun Baekhyun. He was the only reason why I was there in the first place, but after personally telling me to show up at the station, he had the audacity to go and leave to do a special job just fifteen minutes before we were supposed to meet up. Hearing that almost made me turn around and leave right away, but after I saw detective Masato, I changed my mind and decided to stay.