31 | nothing but a puppet

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"the story you choose to tell isn't always the story you believe. "

Nova Ren Suma

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[ 3RD PERSONS VIEW]


"W-What are we doing here again?" Jisung's voice trembled as he stood tall in front of the unearthly looking doll store. It has been months since he last visited the store, though he could still remember the place when he did.

"Because! You're the one that accompanied Haruki here, right?" Renjun explained.

After their little meeting a while ago, they found out that Jisung was actually with Haruki the last time she visited the shop.

So far, Renjun has gathered Lihua, Jisung, and Jaemin with him to the shop. "I thought Hanmi-sunbaenim is going to come?" Lihua tilted her head, eyeing Jaemin who was supposed to come with the SC Vice President.

Jaemin rubbed his nape awkwardly, giving the younger an apologetic smile, "I actually don't know where she went."

Lihua frowned, nodding anyways, "So, are we going in or not?"

"We are..." Jisung gulped before stepping back quickly, hiding behind Jaemin, "Hyung, you go first."

The light blue-haired teenager took a deep breath before twisting the golden knob, welcome the group inside the freakish doll shop. To them, it didn't look as bright as it used to be.

Countable dolls settled on dusty wooden shelves, others were propped in glass caskets to store their value. Glass eyes shining, staring far into the souls of each teenager.

Renjun's gaze fell onto the counter, seeing Mrs. Choi seated back as her hands worked on a doll. Strings attached to the toy's head, hands, and feet, it was a marionette.

The thing was harrowing Renjun as not only it had such striking resemblance to Haruka, the way Mrs. Choi smiled, humming slowly as she wrapped the strings.

"Mrs. Choi?"

The woman instantly looked up as Jisung flinched a bit, cowering back with a diverted gaze.

"Welcome to the shop, dear."

"My, my, finally I've got some lovely customers!" Mrs. Choi clasped her hands together, the doll she once held dropping onto the ground with a loud thud. "You're in luck! These precious dolls are on a discount- would you like to take a look around?"

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