A Broken Glass Is His World

Experimental Orphan

"My birth certificate? What about it? What are you saying?" Jihoon as he took the papers out of Yuna's hands.

"I'm saying that he's not your real father. Look, that isn't even his name." She points out, "and the signature isn't even the same either."

Jihoon shook his head in disbelief, "Then....then...who the fuck is he? Where is my actual father?"

Yuna shrugged not knowing an effective answer to the question, "I guess there may be only one way to find out."

"We have to ask him directly."

As Jihoon kept looking at the certificate, there was something that seemed strange, besides the fake name. He noticed that the feeling of where his father's signature was felt like something was being covered by it.

Invisible ink? Wax? Paint?
It had to be something.

"Yuna, get me that letter opener that is on the railing of the chalk board that's over there." He points.

"Why?"

"Just give it to me now!"

She quickly gave the opener to him and he started to scrape the signature.

"What are you doing Jihoon??"

"This signature isn't real. I think its2 covering up the real name of my father."

As the signature began to fade, what was underneath it wasn't even a name. It was numbers...meaning what?

"Numbers? Why are there numbers? What the fuck does this mean?" Jihoon asked throwing the paper across the room in frustration. He began to growl.
"I need to hunt, don't follow me."

Yuna was left standing there in the middle of the room as Jihoon shouts running out of the house. She looked around at all the papers that were left on the floor and began to pick them up. She didn't blame Jihoon for his anger, but nothing is going to end up better if they don't ind out who the hell this man was. 

"Who could he be? Was Jihoon stolen when he was born?" Yuna asked herself going through more papers.  "Wait, but where's his mother's signature?" The name was missing.

Yuna walked around the whole room once again literally looking everywhere, but walking through the corner of the room, behind the chalkboard, the floor felt a little more hollow. She kneeled down onto the floor and knocked on the wood twice. Hollow.

It was like a mini trap door, except it didn't end up becoming a room. There was a chest, and a lock that needed some sort of star shaped key.

"Where could the key be?" Yuna looked around the chest and through the papers but couldn't find anything of the sort. She decided to look all around the basement. 

"Maybe it's behind this bookshelf? Or under this mat?" She couldn't find anything. 

The lights began to flicker and footsteps began to come to her rapidly. They were coming from upstairs. It was pitch black so Yuna didn't know where to hide, and she left her phone in the study. There was a dark shadow that came right in front of her putting their hand on her mouth covering her screams. 

"Keep your mouth shut you curious, little girl who doesn't know how to stay out of people's personal things." the figure said grabbing her wrists and tying them up with a zip tie onto a metal chair. 

Yuna mumbled from the gag that was in her mouth. She struggled trying to get out of the chair, but the more she moved, the tighter the zip ties felt on her wrists. It felt like thorns were stabbing her wrists, bruising them and making them slightly bleed through. Her skin was on fire.