he was murdered the second the clock struck to twelve, the 31st of october. a gunshot to his head had silenced him followed by two to his chest as he fell on the ground and soon drowned in his own blood. "it's been a year.", changmin managed to speak, his voice almost cracking. silence filled the atmosphere. 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘨, the doorbell rang. "i'll get it.", juyeon lazily grumbled and hurried towards the door expecting a young trick-or-treater to demand for some candy but was instead greeted by an unexpected sight to which he reacted by violently slamming the door shut. "what the hell, juyeon?", the nine boys quickly adverted their attention to the male who was now pale in fright, looking as if he'd seen a ghost. did he? "it's sunwoo."