𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

The Camera

| 2:42 a.m. | Sunday | June 21 |

After Namjoon buried back the wax figure, making the dirt look as natural as he could, he went back home.

Exhausted, he washed up and went to sleep, not a care in the world. He will have enough time to think about what he found out tomorrow.

| 7:13 a.m. | Sunday | June 21 |

Mrs. Park became a really quiet woman since her son's death.

She loved her son a lot. His death broke her apart.

And even after three whole years, she stll went every morning to her son's grave, resting her head on his tombstone, crying her eyes out, till she could no more.

She regretted everyday, thinking there was a chance she could have maybe save him, even after everyone told her otherwise.

This breezy morning, she exited the mansion with a thick knitted scarf around her shoulders and with a cup of tea in her hands, acting like she didn't forget about it every time, until it went cold. She took a walk around the garden, adimiring the flowers, her son's favourite flowers, until she reached the graveyard.

Getting closer and closer to her son's grave, her eyes welled up with tears. She threw her hands around the marble tombstone, letting it all out.

After a while, her eyes were puffy, and her face red. She changed her position, but she felt something incommodating her, like she was seated on some object.

She looked closer, and noticed a small backpack.

This wasn't here yesterday.

Is it Jihyo's? My beloved daughter came to visit her brother.

She opened it, smiling fondly, only to find inside a lot of objects, the ones you use to rob someone during the night.

A lantern, a mask, a lighter, a pair of gloves... whose are this?

Did anyone came here last night?

Why... why would they?

Frightened, she shouted for her daughter to come, because she didn't have anyone else.

Jihyo came, uninterested and looking disheveled, like she just woke up.

"What is that you want, mother?"

"My dear, is this bag yours?" Mrs. Park spoke hopefully.

"No, mother. Why would it be mine?"

Not answering, the woman muttered:
"It means someone broke into our yard yesterday, and left this bag here."

Unimpressed, Jihyo yawned, mumbling:
"I'll just call Hoseok. He'll deal with it." She said, leaving.

"Yes... yes go call Hoseok...yes." the woman spoke, dumbfoded.

Why would they break in?

°•°[HOSEOK'S ARRIVAL]°•°

"What happened here, lady?" Hoseok asked, approaching the graveyard.

"Someone broke into our yard sometime around last night." Mrs. Park answered. 

"I see. How do you know?"

"This morning I found lots of footprints on the ground... they looked like somebody walked around any then tried to cover them up." Mrs. Park said, showing the backpack.

Hoseok looked down, scanning the ground. He then looked at the house, searching for something.
"Is that a security camera, mrs.?" The man asked, pointing somwhere under the roof.

Mrs. Park nooded.
"We can go inside... I think we can see the tape from last night."

"That would make things a lot more easier." Hoseok smiled.

They enteret the mansion, heading down the hall, towards an office. How well did Hoseok know this house...

He seated himself on an office chair, opening the computer in front of him.

After a little rummage, he mumbled:
"Found it."

There was nothing in particular for a long time, but then Hoseok realised what the man was about to do.

"Mrs. Park, could you please... leave me to see it for myself?"

Mrs. Park looked dissapointed, but understood the matter. She left, closing the door.

"Who the fuck is this...? Is he..."

Hoseok watched to images, seeing how the man unburied his dead best friend.

He switched the security camera imageto the one facing the streets.

He stopped the video.

SK-335-TH

(it doesn't quite look like this in Korea but oh well)

Hoseok took a photo of the liciense plate. From now, everything will go smooth.

He deleted the video, so no one in the family would be disturbed.

Hoseok exited the office, grinning to Mrs. Park, who was waiting for him.

"It will be solved soon. Don't worry."

"Thank you, Hoseok." the woman smiled.

"The pleasure's mine, mrs." He said as he bowed, going to his car.

He drove off, heading to the police station.