𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗪𝗘 𝗛𝗜𝗧 𝗔 𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗕 || nct murder mystery

𝗖𝗛 O1

The night bathed in flashes of red and blue, sirens, and the whispers amongst us four who hid within the depths of a shed.

"I can't believe she's dead.." I sobbed quietly, eyeing my crimson ridden palms with blurred vision. I was resting up against packets upon packets of fertilizer, surrounded by a daring variety of gardening tools.

"It's just that you're afraid to admit it," huffed Taeyong, who perched on the highest ledge that rounded the interior of the shed. I felt as if his eyes were piercing into my soul with menace.

"You aren't helping," sighed an exhausted Kun from my right, running his hands through his hair, trying to process all that has happened within a single day.

"How exactly do you expect me to help?" Taeyong retorted, diverting his sharp gaze away from me and onto the male in question.

The shed was then pursued by silence, leaving me to ramble alone.

A few moments later, our ears perked up to the sound of paired footsteps on the gravel walkway. A small group was approaching our whereabout, causing the four of us to exchange glances and prep ourselves for whats to come.

Mark, who hasn't said a word since we sat down, was the first to stand up. He was positioned on my left and had a tight grip on the broken garden hose. "Brace yourselves."

"You think we haven't already?"