Felix tilted his head towards the pink hues of the sky, dull stars against the maroon clouds. Expression thoughtful and gentle. "Well, is he cold and distant?" Chan froze but Felix continued. "And does He wear blue? does he have purple hair?" Felix smiled to himself. "You stopped the God of Water in the Confluence Hall again, didn't you?" Chan groaned, blue water lilies blooming all around his pale white hair, eyes shining bright green like the ocean, his flowers flooding the garden. He lifted his head just enough to glare up at him. "You knew I liked water? Minho?" Felix shrugged lightly with a huff. "You've been blooming sea lilies in my garden whenever you talk about him. Only one god makes you do that out of all of us." Chan dropped his head back down with a distressed noise. "I didn't even tell you!" "You didn't have to." Felix's voice softened slightly. "You love very loudly for a nature god, Even when you're trying not to. You're gentle like the wind on a calm day, and warm like the trees that sway with clouds." Something painful curled in Chan's chest. "Water belongs with fire, not with me." Felix smiled fondly. "If water truly belonged to fire," He murmured, "Nothing green would ever survive it."

"Pull the trigger, Detective. Months and months of playing with your head, this will be where you snap." The voice was smooth, edges coiled in the same cold stoicism it had carried since day one. Chan exhaled shakily, swallowing hard enough that his throat burned. "I can't do it." The words rushed out too fast, jaw ticking as his arm stayed locked in place. Minho's smirk curved, slow and delicious. "I have done nothing to you in order for you to not be able to shoot me." Ghost stepped forward, deliberately pressing his chest against the barrel of the gun, rainwater trailing down strands of blonde hair. "I am not the reason you have lost your head, Chris." Chan shoved the gun harder into his chest, breath stuttering. Don't listen to him. Don't listen to him. Don't fucking listen to him. After all this time, he had been too stupid. "You could kill me if you want," Minho continued calmly, "But we both know that you are too attached to me to go through with it. Your mind is mine. You'll think of me even after I am dead. I curated you into this corruption. I will be the mistake you never stop making. The thought you will not be able to control." His eyes gleamed, rain mixing with something darker. "Ironic, isn't it?" he murmured. "That your mind ended up belonging a serial killer. When you are a figure of jurisdiction." He leaned closer, voice dropping to a whisper. "And the cruelest part?" "Is that it is not just your mind that I own, it is your heart too."