The receptionist looked up slow, her face still lit from her phone screen. Her bored eyes blinked once, then again, at the pale shaking boy in front of her.
"Call... call one-one-two... call the police!" Min scread. His voice cracked, spit flew out, his hands slamd the counter.
For a second she didn’t move. She just blinked again, like her brain was stuck, like she didn’t hear right. Her hand twitched, moved slow, her mouth opening like she was about to say sothing casual.
She saw his eyes wide, round like they were about to pop. His face was wet with his sweat. His whole body shaking, his fingers trembling on the desk so hard it made a tapping sound.
There was even vomit on his collar, dried and fresh mixed, sll still there.
Her hand slipped, the phone fell from her ear, dropped to the desk with a dull thud.
"What... what happened?" she said aloud, her voice louder than she ant, shaking.
Min’s lips opened but his voice trembled, broken.
"D... dead..." he gasped, spit stuck in his throat. "They... all dead... fuckk... fuckk..."
He was panting, chest heaving, trying to drag air in. Breath wouldn’t co right. Each word ca out slowly, cut, with long gaps in between, like it was too hard and heavy to say.
Min told her everything in long gaps, he tried too hard, struggled to tell her, what he saw in the room and who was dead.
She grabbed the phone, her fingers slipping on the screen. Sohow she punched in 112.
Her voice broke on the call, words spilling out between sobs. "K... karaoke club... two boys... blood... they’re dead... please hurry..."
The radio on the belt of one officer crackled.
—"Unit 45, report of two minors dead. Karaoke club, Hongdae area."
Another voice broke in, sharper, faster.
—"Nas just confird. Victims: Seok Min-jun, Kim Jae-ho. Repeat, Seok Min-jun."
The officer’s hand froze on the walkie. His eyes went wide. He looked at the others around him.
"Seok Min-jun?!"
"The DA’s kid..." police officer muttered under their breath.
The radios kept spitting static, more codes, more units being ordered to the site. But no one was calm anymore. The na changed everything.
The SNTV van stopped hard in front of the karaoke club, the tires screeching loud on the road.
The back door opened before the van even fully stopped. Han Eun-ji jumped out, mic in her hand, caraman was running behind her.
She didn’t wait. She was in rush as she was the first reporter to arrived on the scene. Even before the police could.
"Move, move!" she shouted, pushing past the small crowd already whispering outside the club.
The receptionist at the front tried to say sothing, but Han only showed her press badge quick and went straight in.
She reached the door, it was already opened.
Caraman quickly lifted his cara and started to take pictures. Flash after flash filled the room.
Two bodies of Seok and Kim were lying there on the floor, their bodies in sa condition, twisted, their limbs bent in opposite direction. Their faces stuck, mouths half open like they were still trying to scream.
Han’s lips curled. She didn’t get scared seeing them. She felt excited.
In her head she knew, this was not so normal killing, not so gang fight between two schools. This was sothing bigger than so fight between student.
She already had clues before, from Kang and his friends murder. Her source from inside the police told her. And now she was looking with her own eyes, the sa way they died.
Her eyes moved fast, she searched every part of their bodies. And then she saw what she wanted.
The marks of chains. Burned into their skin. On wrists, on legs. Like soone tied them with hot chains, forced on their flesh.
"Yes... yes... that’s it..." Han said, her voice excited.
Her face didn’t show any sadness for the dead. Instead it was bright, like she just caught the serial killer in her hands.
It didn’t take long. Police car rushed in, sirens loud, red and blue lights flashing on the club wall.
Car doors slamd open. Two officers ca out, their steps running faster inside the club.
"Hey! Who let reporters in here?" one yelled.
"Don’t touch anything! Don’t contaminate the scene!"
He pushed them hard, forcing them out. Han and her caraman stepped back, from the scene.
But caraman still clicked the last mont photo as he was getting dragged by the officers. Han’s eyes burned — she didn’t care. She already got what she needed.
Han and her caraman stood outside the club, lights from the patrol cars flashing on their faces.
"Did you get good pictures?" she asked.
"Yeah," he nodded, holding up the cara.
"Good. Let’s go."
"Wait... aren’t we going live on TV?"
Han stopped, turned to him, her eyes burned with the passion. "No. What’s the point of just saying two bodies found in a karaoke club? Son of a DA lawyer? That’s boring."
She walked fast to the van, her heels hitting the ground sharp. "This is bigger. Think. Kang and his friends... now Seok and Kim. Sa twisted bodies. Sa marks. It’s not a coincidence."
She pulled the van door open, climbed in quick. Inside, files and papers were spread on the small table — Kang, his friends, all her notes.
"Think, Han, think..." she muttered, fingers tapping fast on the table. "This isn’t just murder. This is a pattern. A ssage. A serial killer."
Her lips curled, excitent evident in her voice. "Now that’s the headline."
Her hands spreading the files of Kang and his friends, one by one, like she making all of them visible in front of her eyes.
Papers sliding, so falling on the side of the desk, but she didn’t care. She wanted everything open.
"I need info on Seok Min-Jun and Kim Jae-Ho... gotta connect it sohow."
She imdiately went online and opened the laptop, screen glowing on her face.
She quickly type the na of Seok first on the website, it was the restricted website from where you can get the case details about the person.
Then she quickly typed the na of Seok and Kim on the search bar of the website.
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