"Where do you want to go?"We were shocked and almost ran to immediately open the door when we heard someone's voice asking from behind. However, after the three of us turned around and saw a security guard in guard clothes shining a flashlight at us, we could breathe a sigh of relief. "Where do you want to go?" Asked the security guard for the second time.Guangjun cleared his throat. "We want to go to class, sir.""Where is your class?" Asked the security guard suspiciously. "Our class is on the second floor. We are art faculty," Hyunseon answered again. "Oh. Why don't you come in through the lobby door and instead go through the stairs?" Asked the security guard as if he wanted to interrogate."Geez, we just wanted to deliver our assignment books before going to class," Said Guangjun. "Alright, then I'll go around you guys can go to class through that door too," Answer The security guard quickly, and walked away. I breathed a sigh of relief, then quickly tried to pull out the multifunction knife I was carrying. Guangjun immediately opened the second-floor door, the three of us rushed in without waiting for anything else. Closing the door slowly and sneakily walked towards the control room, which was a few more doors. I walked in the front row armed with a small flashlight, the ghost of Kim Sae Hee also accompanied us, in the form of a lecturer from the night class—I don't know what Kim Sae Hee's ghost was planning at that time. "The surveillance room is over here, I'll divert the CCTV footage when you open the door," Said Kim Sae Hee's ghost. The three of us nodded quickly, then, I took out a hook knife, stuck it in the keyhole in the door. Slightly hooking onto the door pulley bit by bit Guangjun and Hyunseon entered first, then immediately divided the tasks: guangjun turned off the CCTV while Hyunseon put all the tapes from three years ago that were stored in the cupboard. And my job is only to delete the recording a few minutes ago, when we entered the second floor, the ghost of Kim Sae Hee will only watch while diverting attention if someone suddenly come. "Check properly: Don't let what you bring leave a trace," I Said. "I've turned off the CCTV in the whole room, you just need to take some footage from three years ago and bring it." Said Guangjun to Hyunseon. "Well I'll do what you ask, man," Said Guangjun"Is it done? We can go upstairs right now." "Why not? Come on, let's go upstairs immediately because now it's possible that the night class students have already entered their respective classes," said Guangjun. "Okay!" With quick steps, the three of us hurriedly walked out of the surveillance room. Looking around the room, which was dark and quiet then sneaking up on the fourteenth floor through the stairs inside the building because going through the stairs outside would be very dangerous if like a lecturers catches us.Kim Sae Hee's ghost floated along quickly showing where she was last tortured by Jiyoon and her two friends. The more we went upstairs, the more I felt the anger of Kim Sae Hee's ghost that was so big as if she wanted to kill Jiyeon and Baekhyun at the same time. However, I also feel an aura of sadness there, it's getting more and more gripping. ***"There's nothing suspicious here," Guangjun said as he shone his flashlight all over the music room.The music room which has been a silent witness to Kim Sae Hee's death for three years, The musty aroma overpowered the sense of smell, even the ceiling of the music room was almost filled with cobwebs."Is ghost Kim Sae Hee sure that this is where, she was killed by Jiyoon?" Hyunseon asked then. "I'm pretty sure this is the place, because I can clearly see the three of them are torturing Kim Sae Hee," my reply. Guangjun rolled his eyes tiredly. "If this is the ghost's last place, it's possible that the evidence has already been thrown away by Jiyoon and Baekyun." "It is indeed possible ... but, how can we only look for evidence after three years of that incident?" said Hyunseon. "Don't you guys trust me anymore?" I asked in a slightly annoyed tone. "It's not like that, Lin. But, just imagine… Is this a reasonable thing?" Guangjun asked me again with a Chinese accent.I was just about to reply to Guangjun's question when Hyunseon suddenly shone her flashlight on a slightly cracked tile. I don't know if it's cracked because of what because in my memory I've never saw a cracked tile. "If no one had been in this room for three years, what had caused this tile to crack? Was it because of Jiyoon's torture?" asked Guangjun, crouch in front of the tile.I glanced at the ghost of Kim Sae Hee who was guarding the door of this music room but, The ghost of Kim Sae Hee, just shook her head slowly as a sign that she didn't remember anything. "Kim Sae Hee doesn't remember it," I said.Guangjun touched the tile and it opened slightly, makes the three of us even more curious about what exactly is behind the cracked tiles. Out of curiosity, Guangjun reached for my multifunction knife slightly scrape the edges of the tile to open it. It took Guangjun almost a few minutes to do that until he finally saw something made of leather."God, what's behind this tile?" Hyunseon covered her mouth in panic.Guangjun quickly draw something behind the tiles. "It's book?" "Bo-book? No kidding, is it really a book?" asked Hyunseon. "This is a book, and the book is kept behind the tiles? Are there other lies that also cover up Sae Hee's death?" I asked with a surprised face.I glanced at the ghost of Kim Sae Hee, with a face full of confusion because the evidence wasn't found and only found a book. "Actually I don't remember everything... why don't you guys just open the book?" Asked the ghost of Kim Sae Hee.
The yellowish-colored books were laid out in front of the three of us, the rows of handwriting with the sides leaning more to the right were quite beautiful. The handwriting with Korean characters already looks biased because it has been buried in a humid room for too long. With spelling I read the prefix of the first sentence on the first page of the book, and instantly realized that it was a diary. “Does this belong to the ghost, if it really is the diary of the ghost why is this book behind the tiles and in a room like this?” Asked Hyunseon. “Of course… that this diary was hidden by Jiyoon and Baekyun” I answered quickly. “That makes sense,” Guangjun said then immediately folded the diary then took the polaroid camera that Hyunseon brought to take pictures. “What would you do?” asked Hyunseon. “I'd like to photograph this tile for evidence, ‘cause we got no other evi
The bell rang very loudly, the three of us ran quickly into the campus area while carrying laptop bags and several plastic bags from our breakfast. Several senior students seemed to be on guard ready to punish anyone who was late. Me, Guangjun, and Hyunseon were a little overwhelmed with running while trying to wear ID cards on the campus. Climbing the stairs quickly like a flash of light, the events of last night made us wake up late like this. Dugh! I was surprised when I accidentally bumped into someone who was about to go downstairs while I wanted to go upstairs. The male student immediately picked up the plastic bag for my breakfast container that had fallen along with the notebook I often brought with me. <
I could barely speak when Taeyong asked that question, Hyunseon suddenly trembled violently at Taeyong’s probing question. “What are you doing? You scared them all because of that?” Taeil asked then saw what Taeyong was doing. “I only asked the three of them, what do they do at night even though they are students in the morning class,” Taeyong said then. “We ... We only deposit our assignments to the lecturer's room,” Hyunseon replied nervously. “Lecturer?” Taeyong repeated as if he wanted to further question what we actually did last night. The bell rang signaling break time was over, immediately the three of us stood up carrying our respective trays—avoiding Taeyong as quickly as possible even though we knew we would end up being chased and interrogated. Guangjun stepped wide to put the tray back in its place, so did Hyun
“That night I was so sorry to kick Kim Sae Hee out of the house, somehow I was able to do it ... I should have been able to protect her and help her find out who the rancid boy who dared to rape my only daughter. I should have been able to protect her and help her find out who the rancid boy who dared to rape my only daughter,” said Kim Sae Hee's father, Kim Sae Jin. Said Kim Sae Hee’s father, Kim Sae Jin. The corn rolled paper containing dried tobacco was almost burned completely on an ashtray located on the living room table of the tiny house. I looked over there and here throughout the room—there are still many memories of Kim Sae Hee and her father in that room that made my heart hurt even more. Although there are many rules Kim Sae Jin is a very compassionate person, to Kim Sae Hee. However, everything has been ruined by Kim Jiyoon—That girl who doesn't know who she is. Kim Jiyoon and Baekyun are truly the most bastards I've ever kn
“So, you want to open the case for Kim Sae Hee’s death?” ask a policeman who sipped his coffee. I nodded slowly. “Yes, Sir.” “Is that possible, sir? The case has been going on for three years, but how can it be reopened? We’ll pay you anything if we’ve to spend money,” Guangjun replied. The policeman named Choi Moo Gak sighed, then folded his hands in front of his chest. “This case does make the biggest question mark... however, what is your reason for opening this case? I can help you open this case, however... I need to know what’s the reason you want to do that?” “I want to make this case over, because Kim Sae Hee was the one who died from being a victim of bullying and sexual harassment,” I was replied the cop question. “Do you have stronger evidence to convince the judges?” ask Policeman, Choi Moo Gak.
“ Should I’ve asked why the tape was three years ago? ” The question from Taeyong a few hours ago really made my mind stop instantly , I can ‘ t answer it because it ‘ s an oddity that can ‘ t be explained in detail in just one meeting. I didn ‘ t expect Taeyong to be spying our movements in recent days either, and it all seemed to happen without a plan. I still remember how he looked at the three of us sharply as if we were a world-class criminal who had destroyed the local community order. I sighed a long time ago, then came back to see an ID Card that I had been holding. Stupid ! That’s the only word I can say right now, because its card the size of an atm card that we ‘ re known to have other plans on that campus. I sighed, then put the card in my jacket pocket and went back to playing the swing that I had been sitting on for a slow tempo while enjoying the night breeze that seemed like something piercing my skin.
We were surprised when we saw Jiyoon and some of her friends were led to the rector’s room to meet some police officers who came to solve the case of Kim Sae Hee’s death . Taeyong and Taeil as the chairman and senior vice supervisor took part in handling this even though they both looked uneasy after the police arrived. “What is the problem?” asked Yuta. “ Don’t you know it? Aren’t you also a senior member of the superintendent? “Guangjun is acting. “I don’t know anything but, why did Jiyoon and her friends get dragged away by the police.” Yuta held his chin with his index finger and thumb. “ Just ask Taeyong and Taeil ,” I replied. “If that’s the case I’ll go see the two of them first, you guys just go to your respective class the bell has been ringing a long time ago,” Yuta muttered. I accepted the lunch box awkwardly, then looked at Yuta’s departure intensely as if I saw a review, for some reason I felt very familiar with Yuta.
“You ....” I couldn’t help but wince between embarrassment and annoyance at having such a truly embarrassing misfortune even in front of the Hyunseon’s brother and Choi Moo Gak who were now looking at me with ridiculous looks. “Miss Huang Lalin, are you okay?” Yuta asked a little worried and immediately reached out to help me up. “I’m fine,” I muttered ignoring the responsibility and getting up on my own. “What are you doing here?” Taeyong asked sarcastically looking at me. I just scratched the nape of my neck slowly then glanced at Yuta who looked really worried at me. “Sorry I bothered you.” “I should be the one asking, are you all right? You fell backwards and it must have hurt a lot, right?” Yuta asked with a very concerned face. “I'm fine. No need to worry about me,” I say. “Don’t make a dra