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"the best secrets are the most twisted."
— Sara Shepard —
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[ 3RD PERSONS VIEW。]
Breathlessly, Renjun stumbled forward, eyeing up at the house that carried demise. Windows were shut, muffling the loud dark sounding classical music that came from the grand piano.
Gulping he reached out to the gates, seeing light coming from behind the yellow curtains. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the gate.
"Oh? Renjun?"
Startled, the teenage boy jumped back, a hand on his chest as it went up and down. Back pressed onto the metal bars, he avoided the woman's strong gaze.
An eyebrow raised, "What are you doing here?"
"M-Mrs. Choi!" he exclaimed awkwardly, giving her a limited wave, "I was just- um-"
"Hmm?" Mrs. Choi tilts her head slightly to the side, "Ah! You thought this was your house, didn't you?" she chuckles before stretching her arm out to pat down his hair.
Renjun forced a smile upon his lips, not daring to look into her eyes, "Y-Yes! Right. You're right. If you may excuse me–" he uttered out.
Mrs. Choi backed away and Renjun let out a relieved sigh, his shoulders slumped as he walked back to his own residence, thinking of a new way to talk to Haruka.
With Mrs. Choi already home, it seemed impossible to talk to Haruka, especially after both sisters warned them already.
As he walked through the front door, forthwith his mother greeted him with a hug. "Renjun! I heard about Hanmi– are you okay? Are your friends... aren't you supposed to be with them?" Mrs. Huang bombarded him with consecutive questions.
Renjun cupped his mother's cheek with his hand to assure him they were fine, "I'm fine, they're fine."
Mrs. Huang sighed in relief before pulling him into the house, "I swear- is this an accident or- or it's back..." she rambled on, capturing Renjun's heed.
"What are you saying, mom?"
An apologetic smile plastered on his mother's face, still, it couldn't hide her terrified expression. "The copycat ghost, Renjun. I don't want to conclude Hanmi's death as an attack from the imitator, but–"
