Another, pained cry evolved from the greyish, blood-splattered basement due to the hit of a baseball-bat on his body. Jeongguk was shivering hard, trying to protectively cover his head as V was mercilessly beating him up, already having torn his clothes apart a bit.

That's what has been going on for what felt like an eternity after Jeongguk woke up, once again in the basement. When he saw the dull walls and felt the cold temperature- he knew this was no good sign. He started sweating, and the approval followed right after when he spotted V in front of him, ready to punish him with a baseball bat.

His bloody, untreated head was aching badly, and every possible tensed muscle was shaking in nothing but fear. He was almost sure that this was the end. He messed up badly because he couldn't maintain his emotions and thoughts- and now he was gonna pay for it. Solely thinking about possibly dying has made him choke out another sob- but an even more horrific one, if it was possible.

"Stop- please just stop-" his unrecognisable voice due to the whiny, horrified tone begged, as if it was a completely different person screaming. However, he shut himself up shortly at the unknowingly last hit by the bat onto his back, right at the blood-soaked shirt. Another scream of torture left his dry, raspy throat, he could soon not deal with it any longer.

Now, Jeongguk was all folded up into a small embryo, hugging himself, looking as if he has gained multiple electric shocks by how his whole body moved. The culprit stood there with the bloody bat, staring down at the bloody mess he made. With cold eyes, he let out a silent Tsk, watching the boy let out helpless mewls.

Being bored, V looked away, and was slowly leaving him. Yet the shaky voice that resounded, made him stop in his tracks anew.

"W-why? Why does everyone keep a-abusing m-m-me?" Barely coherent did he whisper, grabbing onto his bloody head in sufferance. V's undeceivable ears made him take a look over his shoulder, staring.

"W-what did I-I d-d-do to de-deserve th-this??" he cried silently, pained, uneaven breaths making him suffocate. It was undeniable that he was having something resembling a mental breakdown. V stared more, slowly turning properly to him.

"Everyone's abusing you?" he asked calmly, wondering. As an answer, he heard the other cry out. For some reason, it made his heart sting, his mind undecided. V did not understand his weird, small twist of emotions. Why did he suddenly feel something that made him think of... regret ? No. Couldn't be.

Slowly, the murderer walked over to the other, only causing a panic attack to occur when Jeongguk looked up. He screamed how he wanted him to go, to leave him alone, but V didn't intend to listen to it. Instead, he squatted down after he threw the bat away backwards, very carelessly, the aggressive sound making Jeongguk flinch in an animalistic, abrupt way.

"Hey," he soothed, reaching out to touch the wreck he just made, only to retreat his hand when the other screamed anxiously. "NO!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Jeongguk cried, eyes glossy in pain, throwing around with his arms as if to shove V away.

Unsurprisingly, V did not obey. Alternately, he grabbed him by his shoulders, forcing the mess to sit up properly, even when he tried to fight against the controlling act of how to position himself. "Calm the fuck down," V hissed, and as if Jeongguk's body was made to listen to his demands, he noticed how he subconsciously forced himself to remain calmer. It scared him. But if it meant to stay alive, he'd do it.

A little bit too roughly did he grab his jaw, demanding to fix his gaze at him. The eyes of the victim were trembling, watery, all red, frightened by the possible, next move. Thus, he shut down his view, expression betraying how he was expecting another hard knock-out into his face, halting himself from louder cries as he mewled.

Even though after a tensed time there was nothing happening, Jeongguk still did not dare to open his eyes. Too high was his fright of being greeted by his fist, or something even worse, maybe needles, scissors, a weapon he didn't want to imagine.

Yet instead of a weapon, he was greeted with a soft voice.

"I didn't know you were abused before," V spoke finally as he broke the silence, surprisingly not minding him having his eyes closed. A frown built up in Jeongguk's face after a while, the said sentence encouraged him to open his view hesitantly. Still distrustfully did he stare at him, trying to calm down his breath by himself.

"M-mentally. Not physically." Jeongguk stated in a small voice, averting his eyes down while the psychopath's grip got softer, the stare continued on. Jeongguk's body seemed to progress that for now, the torture was over, as he calmed down a tiny, tiny bit, little by little.

"Mentally huh." he mumbled. Jeongguk nodded multiple times. "M-my parents. They don't care about me. T-they don't love me. And they let me know it every single day. I-it hurts."

"Then why do you want to escape this home? Why return?"

"I-I don't know what I want anymore. B-both places a-a-are horrible- I- get h-hurt on both- but h-here, yo-you also hi-hit me, every-e-every one wants to h... hurt me!!"

After it has been said what hurts him the most, Jeongguk couldn't bear with it no longer. Loudly did he let out a choked, pained sob, hurt by the words he said. He knew it was true. And there was nothing he could change about that.

"Hey, don't cry." V said soothingly, as he tenderly cupped his face and let his thumbs caress his cheeks on both sides, each. Jeongguk's body twitched at his sobbing hiccup, not seeming to stop his cries any time soon, despite V's multiple demands.

At some point, V sighed. He thought about another strategy. And before Jeongguk knew it, a pair of lips was placed against his own, making him freeze in pain and let out a surprised sound with widened eyes.

The other's lips were moving softly against his. There was no extreme pressure nor any sort of dominant lead as he would have expected it from V- instead, Jeongguk thought the kiss felt like small waves that were gently crashing against each other.

V had his eyes closed, and focused to move his lips as tenderly as he could. Jeongguk only stared with his bambi eyes, subconsciously continuing with tiny, confused, but also sweet sounds.

As his mind progressed that he has been kissed with care, V was already leaning away, still didn't let go of his face, the tears that were rolling down having dried meanwhile.

And for the first time ever - there was something truly calming in V's mysterious eyes. A tiny hint of compassion, of understanding and care. Even if the glint was so small, Jeongguk could recognise it. The change in his eyes, the change in his behavior. His mind progressed that he felt safe, and his body stopped shaking completely. As if he was at home.

His heart skipped a silent beat.

"That's better." V whispered, again leaning in to reward him with another gentle kiss on the forehead due to him listening to his plead. A funny feeling resonated in his stomach, and chest. A funny, yet addictive feeling. He wanted to feel it again, sometime.

"It's not that I want to hurt you. You make me do it. You went crazy before, Jeongguk. Don't you know that?" V whispered, leaning his own forehead against his, reminding him of what happened earlier. Jeongguk frowned but stared, hypnotised.

"I could treat you better. So much better-" he nuzzled his nose against the side of his face, giving his temple a wanting kiss. Jeongguk let out a small, shy sound on that. "You could be the prince of this home. Do you want that?," he hushed as he leaned away. "I could give you love."

Jeongguk progressed everything slowly, yet thoroughly. His heart was beating against his chest this crazily, he feared it'd jump out. Love? What truly could that be?

Jeongguk visibly hesitated, still shivering. V continued on staring.

Soon, V broke the tensed silence with a whisper. "The only thing I demand in return is respect. Doesn't that sound like a nice deal?" You'll get all those nice and lovely things." he spoke, completely excluding the possibility of him running away again. For him, it was obvious that it was out of the question.

"L-Love?" Jeongguk muttered, eyes big as he flattered his lashes.

"Yeah, love," he hushed, his breath perceivable on the other's skin. Slowly did he brush his hair to the side, very gently. "I could treat all your wounds, and make them heal."

".... heal..?" Jeongguk muttered, bambi eyes staring at the psycho ones right in front of him, oh how tenderly was he now cupping his face. "Yeah, heal." V repeated harmlessly. "All your wounds, gone. I can make it happen."

For some reason, Jeongguk's mind seemed to have forgotten who caused all of his current physical wounds. Perhaps it was the way V stared at him. Instead, he sniffed, feeling all small like a lost, little boy.

Slowly, he looked down, avoiding the other's gaze. It raised the curiosity of the other, especially when he saw his lips moving, clearly mumbling something. To catch on what he has just said, the manipulator leaned even closer, having his ear near his lips. "What was that?" he demanded to know, yet in a harmless tone.

"I-I need t-t-that," Jeongguk repeated, "need t-to heal," he clarified, shaking.

"You do?" V whispered softly, pushing a single string of his dark hair behind his ear. The other's glossy eyes were fixated on him, answering him with a whiny, quiet yes while nodding.

"Awh." V cooed shortly, and opened his arms for the other. "Come here, hm?" Jeongguk didn't hesitate.

Now, V was engulfing the noticeably less trembling body into a hug, caressing his bloody back softly, avoiding his wounds on purpose. Jeongguk whined out as he clutched onto the other's shirt, the one he has never thought to ever be in his arms, voluntarily. For some reason, he felt safe.

"Shh," his raspy voice whispered into his ear in a soothing way, a mischievous, wide smirk secretly visible on his lips. His hand was on Jeongguk's back of the head, caressing it slowly. The younger one leaned in like a helpless puppy, admiring the warmth he was receiving.

"I'll heal you, doll."

***

The red-purple themed lights in the bar were supposed to create an atmosphere that invited to chill, relax at the counter, enjoy tasty and exotic-looking drinks, laugh with your friends- or even strangers- but also make you want to dance a little to the beat of the music in the background.

It was one of the very rare entertaining things in Red Hills. This was also the reason why it was always so filled up in the evening/night. The people here seeked for some sort of fun, some necessary colours in this grey place. Seokjin's bar was just the best, maybe even only opportunity of the small variety of options to relax properly, and forget about the hardships in life, for at least a little bit.

However, Jimin wasn't having any of it as he was sitting on a red stool, supporting his jawline with his hand as he bored his eyes into the empty glass, the finger in it guiding it playfully around.

"What did one ocean say to the other ocean?" the handsome, lively black-haired bartender asked the grumpy Jimin. He was leaning himself against the counter across Jimin, pretty eyes staring excitedly at the other. The latter closed his eyes for a moment as he stopped playing with the empty glass, his annoyed nerves forcing themselves to prepare to take yet another dad-joke with a very heavy sigh.

"Nothing. They just waved." he said, before he snorted and leaned back, soon starting to laugh loudly which sounded like wiping windows clean. Unlike the annoyed detective, the people sitting around him grinned, some laughed in amusement, secretly finding his laugh the most entertaining thing in the whole joke.

"Seriously. How many dad-jokes do you have up your sleeve?" Jimin muttered, more to himself, but despite the music playing in the background, the bartender had very good ears. "Hundreds at least," he flexed with a proud smile when he was done laughing, and took the empty glass. "Want another re-fill?"

"No, but thank you, Seokjin." He politely declined, using the name everyone was calling him around. "Come ooon," The one by the nickname Jin trailed, smiling at him. "Loosen up a little! You're so stiff."

"I can't help it. I should be doing something completely else right now." the detective admitted shamefully, but Jin shook his head. "How the frick frack are you gonna do whatever you wanna do when you're stressed? Relax a little, everyone needs a little break from work and stuff!" he advised him energetically while cleaning the glass. Jimin sighed. Somewhere, Seokjin was right.

"I'm sorry if I talk a lot. I always do that with new faces. It's rare to see tourists in Red Hills. We ain't got shit to see besides me."

Jimin laughed at that- maybe even for the first time he's been in this bar, yet quickly quieted down awkwardly when seeing Jin staring at him blankly, blinking. "Hey! That was not a joke. I mean it," he said, slightly offended as he crossed his arms. "I'm worldwide handsome, duh."

"Stop weirding him out, Jin," a random voice from next to Jimin resounded, making him look to his right. There, exactly on the stool next to him, there sat another grumpy looking man with blue hair. He was currently drinking up what looked like his sixth shot of whisky.

"Yaah, You're the one weirding ME out, Yoongi!", Jin countered as he pointed at him, blinking indignantly. "You never come here! And you hate alcohol."

Silently did the cautious guy on his mission listen to their conversation as he stayed out of it for now, eyeing them.

"Oh, shut up! Are you telling me to go? Fine then." The guy called Yoongi hissed, in the middle of the act of standing up from the stool. Jin gasped. "Of course not, you grumpy idiot! Stay all night if you wanna. I just meant that it's unusual. It's weird seeing you drink alcoholic drinks."

"Of course it's unusual. Sisters don't just suddenly disappear and start missing since over a week, right?" Yoongi growled quietly, luckily quiet enough to not let others around them hear. In this bar, it was a taboo to talk about Red Hills' myths. The reason? Seokjin didn't want any of that energy there. It was supposed to be a happy place, free from what was haunting everyone the most.

Seokjin's jaw dropped, not knowing how to respond. That's when Jimin kicked in, being reminded of something. Didn't Officer Namjoon mention something about a young woman missing?

"Are you Min Yoona's brother?" he concluded, but more like asked just to be safe and sound. The strange, pale-skinned finally took a proper look at him, eyebrows furrowing.

"What's that got to you?" he spat, unfriendly. "Fuck off."

"I'm sorry for being rude by asking," Jimin acknowledged, seeing the other turn away to the front again in boredom. "I'm detective Park Jimin, I'm here to solve a case of a missing person."

Suddenly, Yoongi turned very interested as he looked back to the red-haired glasses guy, eyes big. His boredom disappeared instantly.

"Hey hey hey," Seokjin said, raising both of his hands to each of them, as if to keep the situation under control. "If you're gonna talk about the taboo thingy, I'll need to ask you two to talk that out somewhere else. There are others here nearby too." Strangely serious did the usually lively bartender explain, having noticed in the corner of his eyes of how nearby, accidental listeners were slowly changing their mood into a gloomy one. The music was loud, but not that loud to overhear what a person next to you was saying.

Both of the colorful heads stared at Seokjin, nodding. The latter was thankful that they were acknowledging it without feeling offended.

"Wanna come over to my place, then?" Yoongi suggested. Clearly, he did want to continue on with their current conversation, so Jimin smiled, feeling a small success erupt in his insides. After all, the smallest hint could lead to the right track. Besides, Yoongi also seemed determined for the culprit to pay. "Sure thing."

With that, both of them stood up from their stools after they paid for each their own drink, and bid Seokjin goodbye. The happy bartender waved at them, but then, his eyes widened, remembering something he still wanted to say.

"Yah-Hold up! I got one more dad-joke to tell— hey!! Don't just leave so quickly- HEY!" he complained out loudly in a half-whine, seeing how both of them accelerated the act of leaving the bar as soon as Jin said that. He pouted, crossing his arms rather cutely. "They're missing out on my lejindary jokes," he muttered.

"Might telling me some?"

Seokjin blinked upon hearing a new voice, and looked towards the direction. Next to where Jimin sat, only one empty stool farer away, another figure was sitting. After recognising the familiar dimples underneath the dark coat and hoodie that was hiding half of his face, his cheeks blushed a faint red, barely visible under the purple light.

"Ah, Namjoon!" Seokjin smiled, voice clearly surprised by his presence, as well as his hideous style. "Since when are you here? I haven't even noticed you, I'm so sorry-" he apologised, clearly embarrassed from how he didn't even notice a client sitting right in front of his face- or more like, a crush.

"That's fine. I just arrived, anyway," Namjoon chuckled, putting his hoodie down, revealing his gorgeous dark-blonde hair. Seokjin frowned as he didn't see any doors opening in the span of the last twenty minutes. But eh, he shrugged it off. Why would Namjoon lie?

"Alright, that makes me feel a tad better- want something to drink?" he assured, somehow getting more clumsy as he wanted to show him the bestsellers, clearly affected by him just sitting there and, well, staring.

"It's alright. I honestly just came to listen along to your voice telling me a few funny dad-jokes. I'm quite busy right now, and you kinda make me relax a lot." The dimple man said, winking in a flirty way. The black-haired one tried hard to not blush too much, but his tomato face was too evident.

"Y-you make me relax a lot, too-" Jin fumbled his words quietly while cleaning Yoongi's used cups from before, staring down, ashamed. Namjoon solely smiled warmly at that, their conversation dying down for a moment. Jin was supposed to tell dad-jokes, but instead, his mind got all fuzzy at the intimidating stare of the younger one.

Afterwards, Namjoon watched Seokjin try out some dad-jokes, visibly flustered. Sadly, his attention on the elder was secretly long gone. Instead, he subtly peeked to the entrance, in which two, to him extremely interesting individuals, left the bar, not too long ago.

***

"Yeah, uhm, don't mind this place. It's a lil' messy." Yoongi warned, kind of too late as they were already in the tiny, internally baby-blue-walled house of his. Jimin was looking around, appreciating at least some colors with a small nod in this frighteningly dull village.

However, Yoongi was right. The place itself was messy. There were many empty, abandoned bottles of beers lying around the place, as well as some pillows, and dirt overall. But knowing his recent story- Jimin just couldn't possibly blame him.

"Want some... beer? Please, have a sit." Yoongi motioned him to sit down next to him on the tiny couch, and so Jimin did. "Thank you, I will decline." He already drank something at Seokjin's bar, he didn't want to get himself entirely drunk.

"Alright," Yoongi shrugged, and went to the kitchen, which was in the same room as the living room. Overall, everything in this house seemed small.

As Jimin sat down, his eyes shifted onto the blue-haired one, seeing how he was opening the fridge. Jimin didn't want to be rude and just check out what he had in there, but he was forced to when he realized- nothing but bottles of beer- two of them.

"I hope you're at least eating enough," Jimin murmured, loud enough for Yoongi to hear. The blue-hair nodded. "Seokjin's a great cook," was the only thing he commented on that as he took out a bottle of beer, and placed himself down next to Jimin.

"So, detective. I hope you're gonna help me find my sister. That's why you're here, right?" Yoongi said, pretty directly, as if sure of his answer while opening up the bottle, taking a sip.

"Yeah. Can I look around her room for clues?" Jimin asked carefully, and smiled when he saw Yoongi nod. "Go ahead. However I gotta warn you. Our Officer was already here to do so, I don't think you'll find anything."

"Officer Namjoon was here?"

"Oh, so you know him already, of course..." the pale one muttered. He figured that's how he knew about his sister missing. "But yeah. It was him."

Jimin frowned.
"Did he confiscate a lot?"

"No, only a few things."

"Do you go into her room often?"

"I did, a few days ago. Then I realised it's what causes me to scream and have a mental breakdown." Yoongi said, nonchalantly. Somewhere, it scared Jimin on how.. unbothered he seemed, yet he knew that the truth was far from that. "You will easily find her room." Yoongi assured.

"....Alright," Jimin said, placing his hands on his knees as he raised himself up. "I'll go inspect that then. Hopefully I'll find something."

"Please do. I want her back." Yoongi said, quietly. Jimin nodded, and made his way up the stairs. In his head, he was cursing the culprit loud and clear. Tearing families apart, as if it's all a game.

Soon enough, Jimin appeared in what most likely seemed like the sister's room, judging by how girly it was decorated. Baby pink walls, cute kittens made out of woods were placed on a white, clean shelf with a few books. The desk with a huge mirror had a string of yellow lights decorated around it. It seemed like her brother kept them turned on on purpose, to keep the room alive.

Overall, the room gave off a warm feeling. As if no one ever disappeared. As if she would come back for sure. That mindset, seeing the emptiness, saddened him.

Slowly did he look around, trying not to touch too many things while putting on his black gloves. Knowing Namjoon was already here, his suspicion has grown a little. Even if there was any evidence, he probably has it all now. Or, he got rid of it. Who knows. That guy was weird to Jimin, judging by their last conversation.

After 15 minutes, Jimin realised there was nothing out of the ordinary to pick up as evidence. He would have probably given up if he didn't violate her privacy by opening up the drawers of her white desk. After he did so with the last one at the bottom, he noticed something weird.

That wooden ground of the drawer seemed higher than the others. He frowned. Slowly did he reach out to it with his hand, ready to pull it away at any second, even though he did not expect anything to jump at him.

When investigating it, he realised. It was only a cover. His eyes glinted in hope.

Quickly did he got rid of the cover, aka the fake ground. There, he saw a golden-pink book which was laying on the actual ground of the drawer. A large "DIARY" was encrypted in it. Jimin grinned. Bingo.

Carefully did he take the treasured hint into his hands. He truly didn't want to open that, in a way. He didn't want to dive into someone's secrets they didn't want to tell the world. But if it meant to bring her back, and solve the many mysteries that lack any answers, Jimin was sure as hell gonna read it. With determination, he opened the book, skimming through pages. Finally, he started reading what he found interesting for the case.

Dear Diary,

It has been two weeks now since we've been unofficially dating. Yoongi doesn't know anything yet! But I'm planning to tell him soon.

Next page.

Dear Diary,

In case Yoongi will spot my secret drawer and this diary, I will refer to my lover as "Will". Ha! Sorry Yoongels! >w< ~

Next page.

Dear Diary,

Will doesn't want our relationship to come out. It's really saddening.. we want to have a family someday. Of course my brother needs to know about it!

Next page.

Dear Diary,

Today, me and Will got very intimate in his room. He seems a little impatient, but I think I'll be ready soon...

Next page.

Dear Diary,

Today, I argued with Will. He said he doesn't want Yoongi to know about us at all cost. Luckily, we reconciled after I cried a lot. He said he loves me dearly.. I don't ... believe him as much as before. He is changing... Why does he want us to stay a secret? What am I to him, truly?

Next page.

Dear Diary,

It's December second. Another heated argument with Will. He's not the warm person I knew anymore. He's rough.. but I think I'll still give him a chance.

Next page.

Dear Diary,

December third~
It's fun to write the dates alongside the page. I believe the memories will kick in and in the future I'll say: wow, that was such a long time ago! I wonder what my future me will think about that.

Today, me and Will are gonna be very close... he insisted. Maybe by being gentle, he wants to show me how much he loves me? He will be my first!

Next Page.

Dear Diary,

December fourth.
I am sitting on my bed and it's 3 am. I can't sleep. Yesterday was horrible. He hurt me. I feel scared now, scared to meet him, to see him. He hurt me...

Yoongi can't know about it, or else he will think I'm a slut.

Will got very mad when I told him that it's over. He said I will regret it if I leave his room. But I didn't listen, my heart was shattered. I am shattered.

I want to cry. But if I do, Yoongi will hear. I don't want him to worry. My brother should sleep in peace.

Why did Will hurt me like this? Why did he raise me up, just to let me fall down hard on the ground?

Yoongi, my sweet brother, I'm so sorry your sister is like ... this. I'm so so sorry. Mother and Father in heaven must be disappointed in me. I'm so sorry.

Ah, it's the last page of the diary. What a shame to have wasted so many pages on Will, now I need to get another diary to write.... Yoongi, if you ever find this, please punish Will for what he did to me. I will never forgive him. But I will also never forgive myself.

Jimin followed the whole series of Yoona's monologue, realising the page of her last diary entry was pretty much wet in a way, the dried tear stains on it were easily recognisable. Jimin's heart was beating fast. Reading upon the last sentence, his eyes widened, horrified, as his heart dropped to the ground.

Will is Namjoon.

As if rooted to the ground, as if frozen by a magic spell, his whole body didn't move an inch upon connecting the dots and the strings in Yoona's story. It was a shocking experience. His jaw dropped. His mind turned empty.

He remembered Namjoon telling him she disappeared around the 5th December in the morning. This diary entry was from a day before. Namjoon threatened her the last time they saw each other, at least that's what the diary implies.

Slowly but surely, it was all making sense, in a way.

"Hey," a voice from behind startled him, making him jump back with the diary in his hands. "Woah, calm down," Yoongi said as he was leaning against the doorframe, frowning. "Just wanted to check up on you on what's taking you so long. Found anything promising?"

Jimin stared at him, breathing a little heavier as he still seemed to progress the new info. Yoongi's frown grew stronger. "Uhm, hello? Earth to Detective Park?"

Without a second thought, Jimin pulled out his phone, and dialed a certain number in his contacts. "What are you-" "Shh shh shh," Jimin shushed him quickly, as if in a rush. Being utterly confused, Yoongi took a short look at what was in his hands.

"Yes?" the caller on the other side answered.

"Hey Partner." Jimin greeted in a not so excited tone, his recent shock turning into something resembling determination, anger, and confidence. His eyes were glistening darkly as he stared to his front, the sense of justice running through his veins.

"Hey Jim... you sound angered. Something wrong?" The voice asked.

"Yeah. I need you in Red Hills, Hoseok. Right now. Come over as fast as you can."

***

Hi guys!

First off, sorry for the late update. Even after my exams were over in 2019, there were still another five ones waiting for me in January. Which is what I completely forgot, and which is why I couldn't update. Sorry!

Second, thank you so much for reading this book and for all of your sweet messages on the "When's the next update?" chapter. It really cheered me up a lot and made me incredibly happy and motivated. Thank you so much!! Sadly I'm gonna delete it to keep the feeling of an actual horror book (it was only there to inform you guys about the next update, anyways) BUT! please know that your messages really touched my heart and I won't forget your kind words💜

Also, this was a veery long chapter (5200+ words!) and Hoseok, Jin, and Yoongi are in now, too! Any thoughts on this one? Please share them with me in the comments if you feel like it! I really love to read the comments, I always see so many creative stuff when you guys make theories, it's really interesting!

Thank you for reading this and see you in the next update!
Take care of yourselves guys!

-Love, Mira🌸