68 Secrets "Here is your coffee, Master," Alyssa's voice interrupted my thoughts as I reclined on the couch. After everything that had happened, I needed a mont to catch my breath and collect my thoughts. Fortunately, the drum didn't explode, and we successfully sealed off the basent. To prevent any suspicious odors from escaping and alerting the neighbors, I found an inflatable pool and a hose in the basent. Then , I used them to direct the flow of air so that instead of the hydrofluoric acid fus, the water in the pool bubbled, concealing any unusual slls. All of these solutions would have been impossible to co up with if not for my skills. I now fully appreciated how valuable and powerful my skills could be. Individually, they might not seem that impressive, but when combined with the adrenaline rush and the need to think on my feet, I found myself capable of generating ideas and solutions I wouldn't have considered in my everyday life. Regardless ,I knew that what we had done today was extre, even by my standards. I could have simply called the police and reported the incident, but the thought of Alyssa going to prison, Alice being put in danger, and being investigated was too overwhelming for to handle. "I need to move on and stay calm. It's too late for regret, so I just have to own it," I muttered to myself, trying to co to terms with the difficult choices I had made .
Looking at it from a more positive angle, at least , my makeshift plan worked without any problems. I didn't face any issues, and I successfully removed any evidence that could be used against in case of a "worst-case scenario".
As I sipped my coffee, I couldn't help but notice that Alyssa was still standing there, patiently waiting for my orders. She appeared really calm, considering the grueso and brutal act she had committed not long ago. She behaved like an innocent machine, simply following her programd instincts to protect herself as per my orders. "Sit with ," I commanded, inviting her to join .
"Yes, Master" She obediently sat down beside on the couch, her gaze fixed on the floor. The weight of our actions hung heavily on , and the silence between us was deafening.
In an attempt to distract myself from the grim thoughts swirling in my mind, I reached for the remote control and turned on the TV. The soft glow of the screen filled the room, casting a pale blue light on the walls and furniture. I hoped that the news or so entertainnt would provide a montary escape from the heavy burden of the day's events. "Another suicide at Seoul Train Station?" I mumbled to myself as I watched the news reporters explain the tragic death of a woman who had suddenly jumped in front of a train. The deceased individual was identified as a successful businesswoman who owned a restaurant in Seoul. Her family was baffled by her actions , as she appeared to have a thriving life and a seemingly healthy lifestyle. I couldn't help but feel weird out, knowing that it occurred at the sa train station I had recently used. Upon checking the ti of death, I realized that it had happened just a few minutes before I left the station myself. It's just how human minds work. When sothing bad happens to others in a place that seems far off or unrelated , we don't really feel much. But if it goes down in a nearby or familiar spot, we can't help but relate to the situation. "The news is just making more stressed," I sighed and turned off the TV. It seed that even good news was becoming increasingly rare these days.
"Stroke my hair until I fall sleep ," "Yes, Master"
As I lay my head on her lap, Alyssa's expression remained emotionless. She continued to stroke my hair gently, her touch chanical, as if she were just going through the motions. I closed my eyes, seeking comfort in her presence. Despite the heaviness of what we had done, her warm legs beneath my head strangely made feel better. Then, the exhaustion from the ordeal overwheld . My vision blurred, and I slowly drifted into sleep.
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Kanon POV
"Another murder?" I asked my partner, my eyes fixed on the mangled body of a woman who had jumped from the train station in Seoul.
"What do you an, murder? The CCTV footage clearly shows that she jumped on her own," my partner replied, skepticism in his voice. It was evident that he didn't share my suspicions.
"This is not just a simple suicide. I rember her na from even before this incident," I explained.
"What do you an?" My partner inquired.
"Rember the woman who died in Gangnam?" I asked.
"Yeah, what about her?"
"Well, I checked her past records, and I discovered that she and four more won who committed suicide used to be friends ," I revealed.
"Are you sure?" My partner exclaid in shock as I disclosed the information I had gathered.
"I'm sure of it," I affird with confidence, my mory locked onto the case files from eight years ago.
"I double-checked the records. These won were all part of a Community Service Group created by a lady who went missing less than a year after she and her husband established a foundation to support girls facing difficulties integrating into society due to various issues." "What kind of issues?" My partner inquired with genuine curiosity. "ntal issues," I responded, my mind still recalling the information I gathered. "According to the files, these girls had a range of ntal problems, from minor ntal disorders to more severe conditions like bipolar disorder, schizophrenia, and multiple personality disorder." The records surprised , but what truly caught my attention was how these girls, who initially had ntal health issues, seed to have changed drastically after joining the foundation. To put it simply, they beca normal and so even developed remarkable talents, leading to successful careers. In fact, a few of them ventured into the business , Academic, and entertainnt industries, becoming well known individuals .
"What's the na of this foundation ?" My partner asked with a curious tone "Ji-Hoon Z - Foundation "
Ji-Hoon Z - Foundation???
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