I stopped the car right in front of a cargo field as I hopped off my car and entered the area. It used to be our playground before and we owned ourselves a cargo which the owner of the land gifted us as a gift with an unknown reason. Walking along the rock pavement, every memory from the past replays about how fun we had. Those stupid moments we had was so cherishing but now, everything falls apart and shattered, turned into a memory that will never replay in life anymore.

         I arrived right in front of our cargo with the number labeled 20785. I pushed the heavy metal door aside and to see shattered mirrors inside. I jumped inside with the help of the door handle and start wandering inside, to see what Namjoon had done here when he was gone for the past months. There was ink shattered on the table and the tattoo pen that we gave it as a present to Nam Joon on his birthday.

          There was an envelope lying on the floor, I bent down and pick it up just to find nothing in the envelope but a handmade bracelet that was a symbol of us, the seven of us which we originally ordered 5 years ago and all around the world, there is only these 7 bracelet. I sighed and kept it in my pocket, looking around to find clues about him. Pills turns out to be his drugs as well. I sat on the chair and started to look over his messy table, pulled casket tape was everywhere on the table and also wrapper of finished snacks. As always, the genius are always the laziest one to clean it up.

         I put those casket into my bag and began to pull the drawer, some are empty and some were filled with our photos but there was one still locked. This is one of the secret NamJoon hid very well but their secrets can't stand away from me. I pull out the key from my necklace and unlock the drawer, there's a box and what's inside the box are some high confidential documents that would involve many person's life which include the life of the others.

          "Well, I just hope they are not the one involved in this box." I sighed. Yes, my theory for NamJoon's death – he was murdered otherwise assassinated. Well who's the killer? I hope it wasn't him.

           I stepped out from the table and walked to the back of the cargo where the shattered mirror are still hung on, I put on a glove and pushed the mirror to the side. This is one of the secret hideout where Namjoon had actually been working at. As I stepped in, there is photos many the people who are involved in the confidential documents and Namjoon are trying to track down their location – but he failed. "Namjoon-ah, what should I do right now? I'm so clueless."

I'm tired of the life I have, I have nothing left inside me. It's empty and so lost in the thoughts. But you are always by my side. For what I know, I couldn't have you forever; you have a dream to complete while I don't. I wish to dream more dreams with you and about you but I just can't. I'm just a failure.

- found in Namjoon's last note –