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Eun found herself roaming around the locked room, struggling to pinpoint where the cameras had been placed. So far, she'd only noticed one; it was placed just behind his bedside cabinet. She'd considered why the camera had directed towards the bed, it mainly took shots of the pillows and the wall behind it - nothing more, nothing less. She grinned at the camera, glancing back and smirking. Although she'd found it somewhat creepy, her mind split two ways; it was creepy, but seductive. She could see herself staring at that camera all night after a long period of- but she knew that's what he wanted. He wanted to be able to watch her as he went back through the footage, and so did whoever was behind the camera, but she gave neither of them the satisfaction of seeing her, whether she was clothed or not.

She swung a cloth over the camera, preventing anyone from being able to watch her. Now all she had to do was find the other cameras placed around the room. From what she could tell, Chan was smart, a little smarter than the others at least. So, he'd place them where no one else would - perhaps he'd sat a camera upright in a drawer that's been pulled slightly open, just enough for the camera to get a view of the room, or maybe he'd cut through the pages of a book and slotted a camera piece inside, not even Eun would bother finding that.

She jolted at the lock of the door clicking open, the door flung open to reveal a much taller boy. "I'll ask that you don't cover up the cameras," he sighed, removing the cloth from the camera she'd already found.

Although his ear piece was only quiet, she could roughly hear a faded out voice at the end of the mic. It didn't sound like Chan, she didn't seem to recognise the voice at all.

Jeongin nodded to himself and hummed through his mic before looking up to the girl. "No more touching, okay?"

She'd rushed by his side before he could even notice, her hand pressed up against the door to shut it - it was almost unnoticeable, the lock clicking was quiet and dull, as if it were worn. "Can I help with anything?" she grinned excitedly. Her objective was to make her person unknown, she had to pretend as though she wasn't aware of their planned schemes; helping out was the best way she could get around it. So far, every question she'd been asked, she was able to avoid.

"A drink would be nice," he smiled sarcastically, leaning forward to reach for the door handle.

She pushed him aside once more, frowning, "i'm not your maid."

"Then," he hummed, pressing his arm against the door to entrap the girl between himself and the exit, "who are you? You're not one of ours, are you?"

"One of yours?" her brow raised at him, feeling unsatisfied with his significant move.

His head nodded to the side, shifting her to move so that he could pass through the door. Before leaving the room, he turned to her once more, asking, "what could you possibly help me with?"

She was appalled by the manner he spoke in, but expected nothing less from those who grew around a world of hatred and crime.

"Perhaps I know a few things you don't."

"Like, what?" he seemed intrigued, but also spoke in a sarcastic tone to save himself of embarrassment when you'd finally reveal you know nothing.

"Do you still need those victims?" she looked up at him, she was desperate to leave the room even if she'd told a few white lies about the information she knew of. "I expect you have their addresses?"

"Three," he stopped, "out of five."

"I suppose I could call out a few of their locations. That is, if you're wanting my help," she offered with a sly smile.

What she was unaware of was the fact that Chan was on the other end of the mic, he'd listened to their conversation since Jeongin had entered the room.

"Just take her to the control room," Chan sighed, his voice fading, "she can write it down. Don't let her touch any of the equipment."

Jeongin looked back up at her questionably, almost as if he was unable to trust her - he had a right to not want her messing with any of the information they'd already received, but he'd taken the orders from Chan, there was no other option than to drag her down to the controls with him.

He pulled open the door, his eyes blank and dull, "don't wander off."

She traipsed through the room and breathed a sigh of relief to finally feel the cool air of the rest of the building, her room was too stuffy, she could finally let herself breathe after leaving.

Eun managed to memorise her way downstairs to the control room, she thought of it as sneaky, but who wouldn't remind themselves of the way?

Jeongin was careful to let her in after himself, being sure not to allow her in and lock herself in the room.

"Remember what I said about touching things?" he snatched her hand away and dragged her to the seat closest to him so that he could keep an eye on her. He handed her a pad of notes and a pen, patiently sitting as he waited for her to start writing.

"What're you expecting me to do?" she furrowed her brows, twiddling the pen between her fingers.

"You do know the addresses, don't you?" he sniggered, watching her sat in silence.

"Sure," she shrugged, "who's am I writing?"

"Start with Cha Min si," he nodded to the paper.

She considered the name for a second and looked back at her paper to write out the address.

"Han Seong cheol."

He spoke a second name so she jotted it down once again.

"Kim Daehyun."

She began to write the address without a second thought in her mind about it - she knew her father's address off by heart, but it became clear to Jeongin when she pressed her pen down to the paper. She stopped, and looked up for a split second, "I thought you only needed two addresses. Three out of five, right?"

"No one knows where Daehyun is, yet you were quick to start writing his address down. Odd, right?" he snapped back. She realised the mistake she made and slammed the book down beside his keyboard, staring back at him uncomfortably.

It seemed that even Chan's friends were smart, she knew she'd struggle getting around them - which is why she had to go through.

"Jeongin, can you hear me?" Chan spoke through the ear piece Jeongin had attached to him.

"Do you need a second address?"

"No need," he sighed, "we found all five of them. Looks like he knew we were coming."

Eun sat in her chair, smirking at herself and looking back at Jeongin as he stared at the cameras in disbelief. She took back the notepad, tearing the paper she wrote on in half. "I doubt you'll be needing these addresses after all."