Inspector Kim is curious about the door hidden behind a partition. The door had beautiful yet unique and intricate carvings that sculpted around the silver lining of the door edges.
Inspector Kim tilted her head in wonder. Should she go into the room? Or, should this inspector leave it alone? But, she had meticulously checked everything outside except this one room. At the very least, before she left, she should inspect the room to quench her curiosity. Right?
She steeled her courage and prayed in her heart. Inhaling and exhaling calmly to regulate her breathing. Somehow, she felt a foreboding danger from this particular room. A sense of crisis keeps pricking her tense nerve. That's why she is hesitant to check beyond the locked door. What if the moment she opens them, a crazy person jumped out and attacked her? Sure, she can fight back with ease. Even so, she hated if someone or something jump scares her out of the blue. She couldn
They engage in a staring contest as those scarlet eyes meet the hazel one. Inspector Kim felt woeful of her previous action. She had the feeling that she is making a grave mistake right now. Whereas the man is saddled by immeasurable sorrow. He lets out a rueful grin, hand ruffling his hair in dismay. What did he expect from her anyway? As always, she will be rejected him without thinking and choose that person. Not once or twice she has done this to him, yet, in helplessness, he desperately wished in his heart for her to abandon that man and grab his outstretched hand. Then, he can finally let go of his resentment and move on. But, he is bound to be disappointed. Neither his longing nor yearning reciprocated by heart. Her heart never wavers, and her dazzling eyes only glitter in happiness when she saw that person only. These sentences keep echoing in the back of his mind, dampening his gloomy mood even more. Whether it is this time or t
Ryan called Inspector Kim several times already. However, that woman never responded to his calling. Ryan's brows touted in a crooked line. He tried again for the nth time but to no avail. "Chief, she left her phone in the car." Yohan raised a phone above his head. His number had been ringing nonstop on the other phone's screen. Ryan lets out a disgruntled grunt. He took out his walkie-talkie and switched it on. "Inspector Kim, can you respond back to me? Inspector Kim? Could you..." A loud blaring sound is reverberating in the air, almost deafening their ears. They instinctively covered their ears, shielding the precious organs from being defiled by the loud crackling vibration on the other side of the line. They cringed, ears twitching in discomfort. Ryan cursed under his breath. Ouch, his ears! "Anyone else saw Inspector Kim these past two hours?" He turned his head,
Ryan had a dumbfounded look on his face. He tilted his head in confusion, eyes darting between the unconscious Yohan and the flustered Mr. Wong. Ryan deliberately shook his head to ease out the waves of dizziness that keeps assaulting him. He tried to stand up, propelling his hand to lift his staggering body. Perhaps, due to his sudden movement, the headache is stirring a nauseating feeling from the pit of his stomach. Ryan plopped down on the ground. "What happens, Uncle Wong?" He asked the anxious man. Mr. Wong, who has been fussing over his pale and dread complexion, was startled when he heard the young master's question. "Err...I don't know?" Mr. Wong is also unsure about the predicament his young master faced. What are the man and his partner doing here in front of the house garden is incomprehensible. If Mr. Wong is not mistaken, the other police officers already
Detective Su saw Ryan's slouching figure from afar. His face is pale, and the bead of sweat covers his forehead. His unhealthy complexion compelled the other man to approach him. Yohan brought his chief's belonging to his office. He leaves them alone, in some corner. Ryan strode to the hallway, filled with a row of empty benches. He slumped his back onto a chair, leaning his body against the wall. Exhaustion is evident on his face, and his dull emerald eyes scanned his surrounding before they laid on Detective Su's. His lips arched into a smile, laced with bitterness and despair. "Hyung-nim..." He said in an aggravated tone. "You're pale. What happens? Did you find nothing inside that jerk's house?" Detective Su crouched in front of Ryan. He lowered his body so he could make eye contact with him. "Or, is this about the finding of the newest victim?" Ryan squeezed his eyes shut. He disregarded his senior's inquiry. Right now, his head is hurt.
[A/N: Beware. Read at your own risk. Tee hee, I already informed you guys.] The moon shone with pride. Stars surrounding the moon are glittering brightly with their light. The dead leaves rustled above the ground as they got blown away by the windy breeze. Total darkness is everywhere, spread vastly as far as the eyes could see. There are multiple tints of red glow shimmering in the boundless sky. The glows resembled the falling of meteorites that dropped down on the earth like a rain shower. The sight is beautiful to behold, especially for those stargazing fanatics. However, did you honestly think this rare occurrence was beautiful? You're bound to regret your choice of word. Because, on this supposedly beautiful night, something bizarre is bound to happen. The sinister ambiance and the spine-chilling tranquility of the deserted park are unlocking its own horror story. -------- On this chilly, eerily silent night, somethin
Her eyelids slightly quivered before they fluttered open. A dimly lit room, with a cramp and humid space, greeted her the moment she opened her heavy eyelids. It took a while for her eyes to accustom themselves to the darkness.She blinked her eyes in confusion. Where is this? This room seemed unfamiliar to her. The strong incense smell permeating the air, with a hint of blood inside it, is greatly disturbing her. She lifted her hand to rub the dizziness away.Cling!Her brown eyes widen in shock. What is this? A chain? The young woman is in a dumbfounded state. She slowly processed the information she got from her surrounding. Wait, is this chain real? Not a plaything? There's a chain latched around her wrist?! Oh my god! What is actually happen to her? Did she get kidnapped? She scanned her surroundings again. Yep. She might get kidnapped. She came out with the most plausible answer from the many options barraging her muddleheaded brain.
J flexed his knuckles, slowly but gradually picked his pace, moved steadily, and got ready to hunt his prey. After taking two steps, he abruptly halted. J looked at the departing figure, who soon becomes a blurry and dotted point from a distance, with an indescribable feeling. His heart is heavy. An unknown emotion suddenly erupted, making his restless heartbeat jump in erratic turmoil. A dull throbbing pain pulsed throughout his body and J found it hard to calm down. Countless images flashed in front of his eyes. He squeezed shut his eyelids, opened them again, and beneath the limpid eyes, dangerous red glints flashed. J turned around, glaring discontentedly at the stiff Xavier. "What did you do to my brother? His condition didn't seem good. Did you use your dark magic on him?" Xavier flinched. Shit. Is he able to sense that brat's condition despite being separated by two different dimensions? What kind of connection does he have with that human? Did
The patter of the raindrops distracted Maria's attention from the rustling sound that came from behind the bushes. The sky poured out its resentment on earth and drenched the dry ground. The soil became muddy. Maria choked on her cries. She looked up at the sky while hesitantly holding out her palm and felt the cold water drip over her skin. In a daze, Maria had taken a step forward from under the tree, soaking herself under the drizzling rain. Her damp clothes are stuck on her body, outlining the curves inside, making them an almost see-through outfit. However, this is not her concern. The worst had yet come to torture her. Maria abruptly clutched her head as her knees wobbly dropped onto the wet grass. Agonized expression marred her ashen face. Countless images flashed across her eyes. The images were so vivid. It was like she watched a movie premiere in the front seat and was the only audience. Those unknown images smeared with the sickly smell of