The first thing I saw, after I woke up, was darkness. Then I realized I still had a bag on my head. I took a deep breath, trying to calm down, and moved a little. I was kneeling with tied wrists and ankles. I groaned and jerked, but with no effect.
Suddenly the bag was taken. I blinked, getting used to the slight light. I stiffened, when I recognized the wry smile of the hooded man, who walked away to the other room. I looked around with panic. Damn... was I kidnapped!? How did this happen...
I was in a messy flat. There were snacks’ trash here and there, clothes (most torn and smelly), and a mountain of something, but I couldn’t see what, because it was covered by a black foil. But I had a bad feeling about this.
Hooded man came back to the room. My mouth wasn’t covered, but I couldn’t scream anyway because of my throat. He approached me slowly, hiding something behind his back. When he took it out, I closed my eyes and curled up, sure that I’ll be killed. But nothing happened, so I opened my eyes with hesitation. The culprit was holding a small Christmas tree. I recognized it. It was a tree from Seungjun’s room.
“Merry Christmaaaas~!” he sang with broken, hoarse voice, which gave me the chills.
“It’s not Christmas yet,” I blurted, before I thought about it.
Hooded man grinned.
“It is for me,” he whispered and put the tree beside me, walking away again.
I looked for a way out, but in this mess I didn’t even know where was the exit. Windows were covered by dark blinds, so I couldn’t see if we were still in Seoul. Then I remembered the accident. God, I hoped everyone was okay...
Hooded man came back. Now he was holding a bowl of something. He tried to feed me, but I resisted. Did he want to poison me again? When he was stepping back disappointed, I saw an old burn on his hand.
“What will you do to me?” I whispered.
“Now we wait.”
Wait for what? For me to break and beg for mercy? Or to beg for death? Both options were bad enough.
“Where’re the others?” I asked with hope that I was here alone.
“Others?” He seemed surprised.
“You caused the car accident, am I right? There were others with me then.”
I knew that talking to him was the worst idea ever, but I had to distract him, so he wouldn’t kill me anytime soon and maybe meantime Grumpy will find me. Although I didn’t know how he would do it...
“Ah, others!” he said suddenly and went to the other room.
I groaned and fell to the side, when hooded man brought into the room a youngster. He had bag on his head and tied wrists too. He wasn’t moving.
“Heejunnie... ?” I gasped. There was no doubt, those were Heejun’s clothes.
Hooded man pushed Heejun on the ground.
“Heejun-ah!” I shrieked with a hoarse voice. My throat hurt again. I looked at the culprit with enraged face. “You bastard!!”
Hooded man smiled and left. I tried to crawl to Heejun, but the culprit already came back. Now he was holding a familiar knife.
“W-Wait... What’re you planning to do?” I panted. Hooded man squatted next to Heejun and got the knife ready. “No, wait... you –”
I screamed with despair in the same time when the knife went down.
But the man stopped in the mid-way. He threw the knife away and I sighed, putting my head on the ground, suddenly tired. Then the culprit grinned.
“He’s dead anyway,” he said idly.
“What?” I thought I didn’t hear it clearly. “What did you just say?”
“You’ve heard me. Why would I keep the garbage alive? He was so noisy.”
Then he left the room.
I stiffened, staring at Heejun, who was still lying without any movement. No, it’s impossible... Why would he... Not Heejunnie...
“Hey, H-Heejun-ah,” I whispered. My throat started to burn, but not because of the injury. “Stop fooling around, huh? It’s not funny, you know?”
No reaction. I gasped and cough with a sob. “Heejun-ah!” I tried again. I crawled to him. I sat and turned around, stretching my arms to his neck. “Hee –!?”
There was no pulse.
“Oh my God... !” I groaned with horror. “It’s not... How... !”
The murderer came in. I shrieked with anger and threw myself at him. He pushed me, surprised. I hit my head on the table and blood ran down my cheek. The wound from the accident opened again.
“What do you think you’re doing?” hooded man said ominously.
“That question goes to you!” I shouted. Something dripped on my shirt. I didn’t even realize I had face wet with tears. “WHY DID YOU KILL HIM!? HE DIDN’T DO AN –”
Suddenly the door slammed.
“What is this chaos about?” I heard a cold voice.
Wait... I knew this voice... ?
When another man entered the room with a bag of snacks, I gasped and sat down devastated. I was able only to ask this: