"No. I'm sorry Lana. I didn't mean that way. I mean, you should at least have some basic to be on yourself," He said as he put down his food, using his other free hand, he tilts my chin, forcing me to look at him. "You are going to die before entering the battleground, do you think this is wise?"
Always with his broad point of view, somehow he had accidentally become my counselor as we grow up.
Damn, I must be in a serious lack of common sense.
Meeting his gaze, I'm overwhelmed that it is him from the beginning. As I drifted into his dreamy brown eyes, he breaks the spell by giving me another flick on the forehead.
"Ouch!"
"Gosh, stop looking at me like that," He said, lightly pushing me away from him and continuing to enjoy his meal.
"That's hurt, you shouldn't treat a girl like that," I grumbled, covering my forehead to soften the mild pain he caused to me.
"Well, I treat every girl good, except you. Eat your food, I got a new clue to share."
Jerk! I wanted to say that much to him, yet stating that he found out something delighted me. "Really? Well, tell me." I exclaimed, concentrating on what he is about to reveal.
"What kind of a person do you think the culprit will be?" He left an enigma for me to answer.
I take a sip of my fruit juice, confidently said, "A thief. He might be robbed and killed instantly."
"Thief? Why would a thief rob a security guard? And raided the security room? How can the culprit be sure where is the security room? The culprit must be a psycho, taking a sweet time some more."
He returned to me with another tricky question. "Lana as I said earlier, that culprit is among us, they are someone from our school. And that someone is someone who intended to kill him."
"Are you sure? Mr. Genius Samuel, there are at least 300 people in the school, how are we going to find that one culprit?" I hissed, hopeless that I'm going to get away from the incoming misery.
Samuel comes to sit by me, whispered to my ear, "By narrowing the list of people in the school on that day."
The idea had instantly sparked my neuron nerves. Samuel indeed has an exceptional intellectual!
After class, everyone will be on their way home unless they have enrolled themselves in the evening self-study session which will be ended at 10:30 pm.
Anyone who stays in school is a suspect!
The sole evidence stays in the stolen security hard disk. Whoever has the item in position, probably knows I'm the last one to see Mr. Bong alive. The culprit might turn me into a scapegoat once he or she is discovered sooner or later. Or he or she probably lurking somewhere. Stalking over me waiting for a chance to manipulate me.
Why am I still juggling whether the culprit is a she or not? Such horrifying murders can only be done by someone strong, like a man who loathes him so much, Mr. Bong isn't someone nice either, it's normal for someone holding such a grudge against him.
But, who is this person? The friend he owed money with? Our teachers? Janitors? The student who got caught red-handed playing truant? How many people were involved in this?
Urgh... Anyway, neither of my opinions is important, once the police find my trace, it will be the end of me.
"But, still this is impossible, I should just surrender to the cops for being in the crime scene..."
"Don't give up Lana, there are only three students from our class who had signed up for the self-study session. I have confirmed." Returning to his seat in front of me, he continued, "Starting tomorrow you will be checking on Naomi, Harry, and Richie. Since you are sitting at the back, it's easier for you to watch their movement."
"How can you suspect them, how about the janitor, teachers, cafeteria crew some more? Are they not suspects?"
"Gosh, you become smart of a sudden. My dear, the cafeteria is two blocks away from the incidents. And the teachers are also in the same block as the cafeteria. I found you at about half an hour to 8:00 pm, remember?" Samuel corrected my point of view.
"Still, how are you confident that none of them are there? What evidence leads you to suspects our friends?"
"Well, you sure had hit your head right. The cops are focusing on the adult, and eventually, we are the only class that held an extra hour class on that day. Our block is completely isolated after 5:30 pm. Remember, Mrs. Sue had an emergency leave for the whole week with no backup teacher?"
"Whoah... where do you get such clear information...?" My stare widened in surprise. "But, Harry and Naomi? How is that make any sense? Naomi dare not even kill cockroaches while Harry is only studying all day long, how can you accuse him?" I hesitated. "Yet, Richie is harsh and hot-tempered if it was to me, I will concentrate on him."
"My dear, everyone who is in the school compound on that day is a suspect. Don't worry, Nelson, Jason, and Jerry will be watching over you too."
"Your friends? Why are you sharing this with them? And why am I under your surveillance?"
"The one who is having the security tapes is probably watching you now." Samuel alerted me. "From now on, you are coming with me, whatever you do, wherever you are, do you get me?"
I gulped, munching down the last piece of my burger in vain. "How are you so sure about it?" I said suddenly the urge to inspect the surroundings panicked me.
"Then, shall I report to the authority about your encounter on that day? I have been contemplating what is the right thing to do, it's either expose you or protect you." Samuel is being serious this time. "What are you planning to do now? Went to the police station and surrender?"
"Sam...you are scaring me, are we in some kind of crime scene investigation," I muttered. He is right, if I was to be put behind bars even only as a suspect, my whole life is fated to be ruined. Society will be looking down on me, though dad might be sending me to study overseas, I will still be labeled as an ex-prisoner, ex-convicted or worse, murderer, and the dark history will be mentioned again and again as long as I'm alive. Either I'm proven guilty or not. Do I want to go further that way?
How can I bear myself seeing my family dragged down with my tainted status, it's unfair.
I'm not guilty, and the last thing I wish is to be freed from my family. But, not in such kind of way.
I should be able to protect myself.
Once more, Samuel had taught me another life lesson.
Samuel reached out to me, putting a hand on my shoulder, "So, don't give up okay? I'm doing everything I can to get the details of the case, I trust you, this is the least I can do for you. So trust us, okay?"
Yes, I should at least do this much, tracing any clue that might lead to Mr. Bong's murder.
Prove my innocence, before the real killer gets me.
The dim light poles along the winding alleys illuminated shadows to the pavement Naomi stepped on. Commuting back home after her self-study in school, this is the long stairways she had to walk up daily, to her home at the top of the alleys. For an outsider, this hilly neighborhood gives an illusion of a romantic getaway as it has the closest space to a better view of the moon. Yet, with the chipped paint of colored houses along with the distinct lack of planning development, this place is soon to be abandoned. Sooner the neighborhood will be only occupied by the elderly and bad memories. Because in reality, living in peace doesn't enough if the stomach goes hungry... The younger generation believes that they can only dream in the land of skyscrapers overlook the run-down neighborhood she lives in. Naomi's sister was one of them, she runs away from home five years ago, leaving behind her aging parents with her litt
Day 2 of tracking Naomi and Harry's mission. Gosh... I sighed to a long exhale of boringness. Why on earth does Samuel have to put me on them? They are merely future scholars, only studies excited them. I am aware that I have developed a new habit of biting my nail recently. Gross, this is a bad omen, what is next? Even Naomi still refuses to talk to me, she rather spends her time alone. I pity myself, oh... Closing my notebook in frustration having the whole class turn to me. A moment of silence, then they return to their desk, leaving me in an awkward situation. Samuel makes a hand signal asking what was wrong with me, but I just waved my hands acknowledging him that it is nothing to worry about. Looking at the wall clocks showing five more minutes to 4:30 p.m, our free time for club activity will start soon. Naomi was in art while Harry
"Let me go, Nelson!" Naomi harshly pulled away from him as soon as Lana and Samuel disappeared from their view. "What's wrong Naomi? What did I do to you that you despise me that much?.." "As I said. Nothing wrong, just stay away from my business." "No. It's not going to happen. I'm not going to let you go. At least I won't." "Don't make me repeat myself!" Holding up the rage buckling in her, she makes sure Nelson heard her well this time. "Stay. Away. From. Me." "NO." Nelson gets a hold of her arm before she gets the chance to run away again. "Give me a chance, let us prove that we are not meant to be together." Nelson hadn't staggered from his position, inoffensive by Naomi's harsh attitude toward him. "Give me a chance." He said, almost half whispering. As if the time had frozen, for a second, Naomi had listened to him. Their eyes locked, and a
The hot day of the day is beginning to subside as the sun is going down. Naomi and Nelson take a seat on the bench by the riverbank overlook from the bustling of the metropolitan Sillas City."Promise me, from now on, never turn your back on me again." He muttered.Naomi paused, staring into the eyes of a boy who wanted to be with her persistently, Naomi lost, the stone-cold heart of her melted a little by little, starting to warm her from the inside."Naomi..."The way he speaks her name awakens her soul. Urging her to feel human again. After the bad encounter with her uncle, she has no reason to be happy anymore.In her subconscious mind, man is a monster. Being strong, they only wanted to conquer the female and threaten the weakest.But...Why is there another one other than Samuel Jin in front of her, denying every thought that she had in a male?"Naomi? Hello? Are you alright?" Nelson waves to her face, trying to get her attention.Directing her view to the other side, Naomi sighe
In the heart of the most luxurious neighborhoods of Sillas City, the Hills of Moon Village is ironically stuck in a re-development that is still in progress after so many years due to the terrain.Thus, if there is the unurgent business to settle, the villager won't bother to go through the unwinding stairways alley just to get to the city as the basic essential supplies still can be acquired from the row of old shops which I barely remember, consist of a barbershop, little cafe, and a groceries martYet, Naomi is going through the same route daily to get to the school. I almost admired her strong will, looking back to check on Samuel, I had caught Samuel had been wiping away sweats many times."Are you alright, Sam?" I deliberately ask just to check whether he regrets his decision to go with me this morning."I'm good, watch your steps." In his breathy voice, he replied."We are almost there," I said, showing him the significant gate at the end of the alley.Ringing the bells, we are
"What?"Once again we are exclaiming the same question to the fact. There is really a bundle of newfound information that surprises us.Gently, Mrs. Jang pours the tea into our glass cups, her hands are steady in her age. Drawing back to her seat, her bitter smile reflected as the poignant memory resurface."Indeed, he is my half-brother. I don't pledge for Naomi, she has the reasons why she is ashamed to declare his own uncle." She demurred. "Growing up, he had always cast problems. Drugs, gambling, and debts from the loan shark, always gave my mother heartache and disappointment. My mother died soon later, having no one else to depends but for me, my family is living in hell soon afterward. " Tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to fall at any time."Aunty... it's alright. The bad memories are best left behind." Samuel puts his hands on hers, retaining her from being sad all over again."Son, as a mother, I'm alright, I'm strong. But, my pity daughter, Naomi's fate, is what brea
Good weather is a good day, I tell myself. Wiping away the droplets of sweat from my forehead, I push the left-ajar gate wide. "Naomi?" I called to her as I shut the gate properly behind me. Am I too early? I wondered; it seemed like even Mrs. Jang was not around either. I proceeded to the front door, and knocked, "Naomi?" The unlocked door sound startled me; Naomi was at the door. "Come in, my mom has gone to the market." She said as she held the door, letting me into her house. Naomi, how are you? I'm glad to see you again. " "I'm good." She replied in her cold undertones. Bolting the door behind me, she takes my hand, leading me into her bedroom, where we always spend time after school during the first year of middle school. Naomi's unusual behavior had me pondering the reason she called me in, yet I decided to hear her out. I take a look around. Her bedroom hadn't changed much, everything is in place and neat as usual. Books were sprawled on her study desk, indicating that
"Cheers to our Nelson first girl!!" They yelled joyously over the non-alcoholic cocktails. Glasses clinking. Naomi's cheeks were almost burned by the surprise arranged by Nelson at the private yacht club lounge belonging to his family.
Nelson gripped the handlebars of his motorcycle tighter, his knuckles turning white, its powerful engine thrumming beneath him like a restless beast. It roared through the night streets of Sillas City as he weaved through traffic, the engine’s deep growl echoing off the narrow alleys. Lana's trembling voice replayed in his head, each word etched into his mind.“Crescent Towers… tenth floor—uh, number… 358, I think. … you’re my only hope. You have to help me.”He had hesitated at first, and for a fleeting moment, he wondered if this was a prank. But as the silence stretched after the call ended, guilt and worry gnawed at him.What if Lana truly needed help? The thought left a bitter taste in Nelson's mouth."Damn it," he muttered under his breath, twisting the throttle. The 650cc engine roared to life, propelling him forward with a surge of adrenaline.He couldn’t ignore her, not after hearing the desperation in her voice.Nelson eased his bike into the parking lot, the sound of the ru
The room felt heavy with unspoken tension, the kind that seeped into the walls and lingered like a storm waiting to break. Jason stood near the window, his hands clasped tightly behind his back, gazing out at the city skyline. The glittering lights mocked him, a chaotic reflection of the battle raging inside. His jaw tightened as he exhaled slowly, the sound barely audible over the hum of the air conditioning.Behind him, Jerry sat at the table, methodically sorting through his medical bag. The precise clink of glass vials against one another was the only sound, a steady rhythm in the charged silence.“Jerry,” Jason began, his voice low, almost a growl. “I need your help.”He didn’t look up immediately, but Jason noticed the subtle stiffening of his shoulders. When Jerry finally met his gaze, his expression was guarded, his movements deliberate as he closed the bag.“I’m already helping you, Jason,” Jerry said coldly. “More than I should.”Jason turned, his expression dark. “We’re not
I lay motionless, every inch of my body weighed down by exhaustion. Outside the bedroom door, I could hear them.Jason and Jerry, discussing my condition in hushed tones.I strained to catch snippets of their conversation, words like "dosage" and "observing" drifting through the crack. They sounded calm and steady, but to me, it felt more like they were plotting my imprisonment.Then I noticed it.Jason's phone rested on the seat where he usually sat while keeping watch over me. The screen glowed, a recent message half-typed, abandoned in his haste to follow Jerry. My heart thundered in my chest, adrenaline surging through my veins.This was my chance.Ignoring the throbbing pain in my stitched hand, I dragged myself to the edge of the bed, fingers outstretched toward the phone. I trembled, fighting to steady my breath.My mind raced as I navigated to the contacts list.Nelson.He was my only hope. After the heated argument with Jason days ago, I clung to the belief that Nelson would n
For the next two days, the walls seemed to close in, inch by inch, and despair began to creep into my bones. I had hoped that playing the part, feigning obedience, would give me some space—maybe a chance. But Jason didn't leave the apartment.Still, he stayed, his presence shadowing me with its quiet, unnerving calm.Most meals arrived at the door, delivered with barely a sound, a silent reminder that I was cut off from the outside world. Jason set up his laptop on the counter, working without a word. Though he gave me the freedom to roam the living room, even watch TV, it felt orchestrated. As if he wanted me to feel relaxed enough to drop my guard.I tried to distract myself with the television, flipping through channels for anything that could pull me from this claustrophobic existence, but nothing caught my interest. Every laugh track, every news anchor's voice felt hollow, echoing against the surrounding silence.There was no way out. Every door locked from the inside, every windo
Jason stepped out of the shower, his movements relaxed as he wrapped a towel around his waist, droplets of water clinging to his skin. He noticed immediately that Lana was not in her room, but it only deepened his calm. He knew that there was no possible way for her to get out.He had seen to it. She was safely contained, her every means of connection to the outside world secured or removed. He'd thought through each scenario, each potential escape, and he knew with certainty that the only way she was leaving was with him, to Granata.As he dried his hair in his room across from Lana's, Jason glanced at the clock on the living room wall. The time was nearly up. He needed to change her bandage. He draped the towel around his shoulders, with a steady breath, he padded toward the kitchen, a small smile curving as he found her there, sipping a glass of water. She turned at the sound of his approach, her expression calm but distant, masking the tension he knew was hiding underneath."I hope
My arm throbbed lightly, a raw, stinging reminder of the wound left from yesterday. I winced, testing the movement, but relief washed over me when I realized it wasn't deep enough to slow me down.I needed to move fast, to be quiet. The shower hissed from behind the closed bathroom door, the only sound in the apartment. I took a quick, steadying breath.If there was ever a time to get out, it was now.I padded across the living room, feeling every muscle tense with purpose. When I reached the front door, my fingers went to the lock.I froze.That unyielding panel of numbers stared back at me, unmovable and impassive. I punched in the only codes I thought might work. Birthdays, common combinations, even random sequences. But each attempt ended with a sharp, unforgiving beep. My heart hammered in my chest. He had activated the security locked down system, blinking red with each failed entry.With growing dread, I tore my eyes from the door and cast a frantic glance around the apartment.
I blinked awake, my eyes adjusting to the dim light as I took in the soft shadows of the room. My hand throbbed slightly, wrapped in a fresh bandage.The antiseptic smell lingered, a reminder of how closely Jason had hovered over me. It felt like a weight pressing on my chest, this feeling of being caged. I needed to get away, away from his grip that seemed to tighten with every passing day.I shifted on the bed, letting out a quiet sigh. A warm hand squeezed my shoulder, gentle yet firm. Jason's voice reached me through the haze, soft and careful. "Hey, you’re waking up. I’m here.”Blinking, I opened my eyes, struggling to bring the world around me into focus. My mind felt heavy, muddled, and it took a moment to recognize where I was. Jason’s face hovered over me, a faint, reassuring smile on his face.The sunlight seeped through the blinds, casting soft, crisscrossed shadows over the room, grounding me slightly in its warmth. As I looked around, my eyes caught on the IV bag, nearly d
Lana began to stir, Jason felt a flicker of hope. He gently squeezed her shoulder, his voice low and soothing. "Hey, you're waking up. I'm here." Her eyes fluttered open, revealing a mix of confusion and fatigue. He smiled reassuringly, hoping to ease the disorientation that seemed to cling to her.The sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting soft shadows throughout the room. He glanced at the IV line, noting that the bag was nearly empty. The remnants of the medication administered by Jerry would soon be out of her system, and he hoped that would bring Lana back to herself."Here, drink this," he said, pouring warm water into a glass. He carefully raised it to her lips, watching as she took small sips. "You need more restful sleep." He added, wanted to ensure she felt comfortable and cared for."Jerry came by to check on you earlier," Jason explained, keeping his tone gentle. "He set up the IV to help you recover. It's almost done now." He gestured toward the line on her arm. "He
Jason eased Lana onto the bed, taking care to settle her comfortably before pulling the blankets up snugly around her, cocooning her in warmth.He brushed his fingers gently through her hair, smoothing out any strands that had strayed, letting them slip like silk through his fingertips.A mix of tenderness and guilt deep within him stirred, he lingered a moment longer, his gaze tracing her face as she slept, realizing just how far he had gone to keep her close, even if it meant crossing lines he'd once vowed never to cross.Making sure she was settled comfortably, Jason moved to close the blinds, casting the room into darkness, softening the edges of reality.The dim light created a quiet cocoon around them, shielding her from the world beyond those walls. He lowered himself onto the mattress beside her, the mattress creaking slightly under his weight.He observed closely as the tension in her expression eased, her brow softening as the pain began to recede. Her bandaged hand lay limp