"You've been living a lie your whole life. Don't you want to avenge yourself from the people who kept you from the truth?"
"I don't know where to begin."
"Well, it's really easy. First, you have to become one of us."
Peril has yet again taken over t...
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MONDAY; 2:09:58 PM
Muffled disembodied voices rang inside my head as I slowly open my eyes. I wasn't quite sure how long was I knocked out. The last thing I remembered before passing out was the penetrating sound of the sirens from the police cars pierced through my ears.
I felt a careful lift from my upper body. I finally had my eyes fully opened, only to see familiar faces quickly circling around me, looking down with weary and perturbed faces; Jungwoo, father, and Taeyong. They were staring at me as if I was a stray puppy, saved from the streets as I wander alone.
"W-what's going on?" I managed to mutter, slowly nudging my body upwards to whatever I was leaning on. I looked behind me and it was then I realized it was Jung Jaehyun whom I was inclining my body on.
I examined the area and realized I was in our living room.
"What happened?"
Father shoved Taeyong and Jungwoo out of the way and knelt before me, resting his hand over mine, the other soothing the side of my face. He looked at me so dearly that it made me teary-eyed. Father's eyes were filled with terror and worry, which caused to feel weak. For some reason, seeing him like this made my heart ache.
"Thank goodness you're finally awake," He said, his voice cracking up in the middle of his sentence. "I was worried sick."
I flashed a lopsided smile. "I'm alright, dad. Don't worry too much."
"Does it hurt anywhere?" Taeyong peeked behind Jungwoo.
"My head kind of feels hazy," I said, wrinkling my forehead. "But the rest of my body feels fine."
"Who did this to you, Miss Park?" Jungwoo said from the back, interlacing his fingers together right on his chest. "We were supposed to have our monthly inspection in our gallery and I was wondering why you didn't show up. So, I had to stop by here. And. . . I was just so scared seeing you lying there. . . unconscious. . ."
"Don't ask her anything yet. She's still in shock," Father responded on my behalf. "Whoever did this to her probably has grudges either towards her or me. But it doesn't make sense how they'll go after her if it's me they want."
"Maybe they're using your daughter because they know she's your weakness, Mr. Park." Taeyong mumbled.
Jaeyun scoffed. "So, you're a detective now, huh?"
"I'm just saying the possibilities. Why? Can't I use my brain just because I'm not a detective?"
Father stood up from his position and sighed roughly.
"Did you say he killed himself when you tried to ask him who he works for?" He glanced over Taeyong's flabbergasted face.
