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「　eleven ; accusations。 」━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

The mixture of police sirens and the ambulance's siren wafts through a peaceful street in Seoul. The sirens caught every neighbor's attention, causing them to huddle around the building, peeping on what's going on. As for the residents of the building, they stayed indoors and simply looked out their windows to get some context on what's going on.

The entrance doors of the building were opened widely before moments later; the medical team came out with a body bag on a gurney, containing Haru's lifeless body. Swiftly but gently, they lifted the gurney and brought it to the ambulance. Once everything and everyone was settled, the ambulance drove off to the nearest hospital.

I watch everything unfold at Haru's living room window. The police just finished asking me a couple of questions and I answered all of them truthfully. They are currently taking pictures of the crime scene after the body was taken photos; to pass time, I look out the window to see what's going on down there. As I looked out, I could hear the murmurs of the people surrounding the building. Terror was in their eyes as their faces were contorted with the feeling of unsafeness. The peaceful and safe place they once knew, was now a crime scene.

The shutter of the cameras suddenly stopped, and out of curiosity, I looked over my shoulder and saw the policemen packing up and ready to leave. The officer who asked me questions turned his gaze to me and motioned me to leave, with them. Catching his message, I complied and walked over to join the officers as they left the unit. Once all of us were out, they taped the door with police tape, expecting no one to enter the room but the authorities.

As we approached the entrance doors, the murmurs I heard from the unit was becoming more and more audible. I walked out of the building with two officers on my side, while the majority of the officers were following us from behind and some were ahead of us. News journalists, reporters and a bunch of camera flash welcomes us. The journalists and reporters practically shoved their microphones in my direction, all of them were asking me questions; but since they all spoke at the same time, I couldn't understand anything. Even if I did know what their questions were, I refuse to respond.

Thankfully, the other officers came into the scene and pushed them away from our path. There was very little space for us to move, but now that the reporters and journalists were gone, we were able to walk faster to the officer's car. However, the flash photography didn't stop. It only got worse when the journalists and reporters were dragged out of the scene. At that moment I realized, I might be all over the internet in a few hours or by tomorrow. Luckily I didn't have any cuffs on my wrists or else they'll think I'm the criminal.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when we halted in front of a police car as I felt the officer who asked me questions a while ago's, gaze on me. "This is a tough case, I don't think any mere investigator can handle this. If you're looking for some good lawyers to serve you justice," the officer pulls out his wallet and hands me a business card. "I recommend this guy. This attorney helped me give justice to my deceased father. He specialized in criminology and is a great investigator."

I gladly accept the card, flashing him a small smile as I mutter a, "thanks". Ending our conversation with a bow, the officer hops in his vehicle and drives off. I looked down at the thick card and I have to say; I love the minimalistic design of the card. Engraved on the card, it says;

"Attorney Han Jisung."

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"Give up." he said plainly, as he stared blankly at his mug and stirred the contents of it with his silver spoon.

I almost choked on my saliva. "What...?" I choked out. I told this man everything, from my situation at Ilsan, to me now. And now he's telling me to just give up? He must be messing with me. "What do you mean give up?"

"From what you told me and the evidence that's currently provided, it's a tough case," he stares at me with his brow quirked up as he leans back into his seat and continues, "if you don't want to give up on the case, then I refuse to handle it. Find a lawyer that's dumb enough to handle it for you."

I guffaw at his words and thought of a good comeback, but my head was just empty. "I-I can't give up on my girlfriend's case—"

"Fine. Close the case, drop the investigation and make up an excuse that'll make sense." he suggested.

Hearing those words from an actual lawyer, made me shake my head in disbelief. These are the idiots who say to obey the law? "Do you think the police are that gullible to—"

"Yes. Yes they are that gullible to believe you. It's a tough case. With the lack of evidence the case provides, they'll be fine with you closing the case because it's that hard. It's time consuming, energy consuming, and an unsolvable case. It's a no win for any of us." He explains in one breath, as if he just rapped in front of me.

I remain silent. He was right. This case was unsolvable. We have no leads, and we lack evidence. The only evidence we have is the murder weapon, a kitchen knife. It was buried in her sheets and unfortunately, there were no fingerprints. Just her blood on the blade.

"Mr. Kim," he calls out. I lifted my head and saw him lean forward from his desk and continue, "Take my advice. As a lawyer, just close the case. No one can solve this but me—"

My face was contorted in confusion. "Then," I interjected. "Why won't you take the case?"

"Because if I did," he leans in a little more closer and whispers, "I will pin all of this on you."

I immediately backed away from the lunatic. Me, along with the chair, scoots back, giving me a good distance from him. "Why would you pin it all on me?!"

He stands up with a sickening smirk plastered on his lips. "The evidences were lacking, but the murder weapon; the kitchen knife had no fingerprints." he trails off, tearing his gaze from mine before he points at my gloves and he deadpans, "and coincidentally, you have gloves."

Slowly, I looked down at my hands and saw the black leather gloves wrapped around my hands. "And to top it all off with a bow, you said you were jealous and predicted that Haru was cheating on you; that could be a motive for your killing. And you were the only one that was there at the scene of the crime." he begins to walk back and forth as he continues, "have you played the game 'Among Us'?"

"No..." I mutter.

"Well you see, in among us; there is an imposter and a crewmate. The crewmate can win if they finished all of the task, or vote the imposter out. As for the imposter, they'll win if they kill all of the crewmates. And, fun fact; the imposter can kill and report the body and blame it on someone else." I felt him stop behind me and lower himself to my ear level and once again whispered, his voice sending chills down my spine. "And that my friend is called a self report. In this case, I think you self reported. You call the cops and act all innocent—"

Unconsciously, I abruptly stood up and I grabbed the collar of his shirt out of anger. "I didn't kill her!" I shouted firmly. This lunatic was getting on my nerves. How dare he blame me for killing her.

"That's what I'm trying to say." He then shoves me away, his collar slipped passed my fingertips like a feather. "If you keep this case open and did found an idiot to defend you; I'll fight against you, pin this all on you, and close the case. "

I can't believe it, he's fucked up! He'll turn the case and bend the truth just to close a damn case? What's the point then? You're here — you exist to give justice to the victim.

He tears his gaze away from me as he clears his throat. "It's not too late to save your ass," he said in a low voice as he make his way back to his seat. Once he settled down, he continues, "take off your gloves, go to the police station and tell them that you're going to close the case. Tell them to just close it. Say, you yourself have lost hope on who did it and just gave up." he rests his elbows on his table, he intertwined his hands together as he stares blankly at a wall. I took the opportunity to sit back down on my seat and returned the chair to its original position.

After the long silence, he snapped his fingers together as he said abruptly, "Unless," he trails off, causing me to turn all of my attention to him as I attentively await for his next sentence. "We can pin it on someone else." he suggested. "Do you know any enemies of hers?"

The thought of pinning the murder on someone else did not sit right with me. Again, it's just another excuse to close the case. Where's the justice in that? "I'm not sure..." I said dismissively. "I'm sure she didn't have any enemies back at Ilsan; but I'm not sure if she has any enemies at SM entertainment."

"Uhm... About that," he said cautiously, latching his hand to the back of his neck to scratch it. "I texted one of my buddies who works at SM ent, and asked him if they have a trainee named Beom Haru. And guess what he said? They don't have a trainee named Beom Haru—" Once I heard those dreaded words slip his mouth, my entire world crumbled. They don't have a trainee named Beom Haru? D-Did Haru... Lied to me? "—So it's either you're lying to me or my buddy is lying to me. And I know my friend can't lie to me, or else he's fucked—"

"Or what if..." Once again, I interrupted him as I trailed off. I managed to make eye contact with him with my tear stained eyes. "Haru was lying to me?"

This suspicion made my heart drop. Haru has a habit of sucking all of it in. If she accidentally did something wrong, she would hide this from me and I'll just find out through another person, or if I forced her to tell me. I guess it hurts her pride if she admits her mistakes. What if she was scammed and was afraid to admit it and just pretended to be a trainee?

Deep in my thoughts, Jisung abruptly grabs my shoulders, pulling me out of my thoughts. His grasp on my shoulder tightens, making sure he holds me in place. He turned my body to face him and I met his brow eyes staring into my soul.

"What are you going to do Namjoon? Are you closing the case, or are you going to spend the rest of your life in jail because of a murder you "did not" commit?"

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