Part 116

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The air inside the mansion was suffocating. A heavy silence lingered, thick with unspoken fears and desperate prayers. Time was slipping, each second stretching into eternity, yet there was no sign of you.

Jay, Heeseung, Sunghoon, and Jake—had been the ones leading the charge at first, rushing out, making calls, and checking every possible place you could have been. But when the calls went unanswered, when the roads led to dead ends, when the panic settled into something cold and suffocating—it was the youngest three who took control.

Because Jungwon, Sunoo, and Ni-ki had never lost a game of survival before. And they were not about to start now.

Jungwon stayed in the middle of the dimly lit living room, eyes closed, mind racing.

His ears barely registered the hushed, frantic whispers around him—Jay pacing the room, muttering curses under his breath; Jake slamming his phone onto the table, his frustration boiling over; Sunghoon gripping his temples, eyes dark with fury.

Jungwon, however, blocked it all out. He needed to think.

"This isn't random." His voice finally broke through the chaos, calm but sharp, like a blade cutting through fog.

The others turned towards him.

"This was planned. Someone wanted her gone, and they knew exactly when and how to do it."

Sunoo's brows furrowed. "You mean someone's been watching her?"

Jungwon opened his eyes, gaze burning. "Not just watching. Waiting."

And then, without another word, he turned to Ni-ki. "Get me traffic cams. Now."

Ni-ki's fingers flew over the laptop keyboard, his face illuminated by the glow of the screen.

The mansion's underground surveillance room was cold, sterile—its walls lined with servers and monitors, each displaying a different feed of the city's security cameras.

"C'mon, c'mon..." Ni-ki muttered, eyes flicking between screens, filtering through hundreds of car plates, tracking movements, looking for you.

Jungwon stood behind him, arms crossed, tense. Sunoo leaned against the desk, staring at the monitors.

And then—a flash of recognition.

"There." Ni-ki's voice dropped to a whisper, his body going rigid. He zoomed in, the pixelated footage sharpening into something clear.

A black car. Your last known location. The moment you stepped in.

Ni-ki's throat tightened.

Sunoo clenched his fists. "Tell me you can track them."

Ni-ki exhaled sharply. "I can try. But they took her to a dead zone. No cameras, no signals. It's deliberate."

Jungwon turned to Sunoo. "Call them."

Sunoo pulled out his phone and dialed a number that none of the hyungs had access to.

A direct line to his father.

His jaw clenched as the call connected, a cold, authoritative voice answering from the other end.

"Sunoo."

"I need information." His voice was steel—no hesitation, no pleasantries.

The other end went quiet. Then, a slow exhale.

"This is about my Ella."

Sunoo's grip on the phone tightened.

There was a pause.

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