Closing the door of my class room, I pulled my stuff back and rushed to the laboratory to get my most priced possession, my brother.

Being the valedictorian is tough and amidst situations like this, I'm expected to get every student escorted safely.

And running around the sealed corridors is yet again a bad idea, but this is fastest way out of the building.

I know Yeonjun would be probably stuck in leading his team of scientists to complete Anhyun's post mortem, but anyways I had to reach him.

As I was running past different campus buildings, I came infront of the crime site. An unintentional urge pulled me over the seal tapes and right next to the chalk marks.

The body had been taken away some time ago and the marks of spilt blood, still lay fresh but dried. The body fell face down, damaging her whole face and her limbs were in a scattered position.

It's quite surprising to know that the princess of the campus, had obnoxiously tampered with her body only to jump off a high building.

I wasn't wearing my gloves, so touching anything would make me an unwanted suspect, and who knows, the criminal accused of fake allegations?

I gazed at the position of death, trying to scrutinize the possibility of anything suspicious. Unfortunately, if this was a suicide, it was too odd to be done. And if it was, what I'm assuming a murder; then it was done with extensive planning.

"Yah! Soobin-ah!" I heard Dr. Choi Yeonjun call me, making me turn to look at him. My visage instantly changed to a bright one. He beckoned me to come out of the sealed zone and I abided by his orders without any arguments.

"What where you doing there?" I jumped over the tapes and brushed my hands as I let go off his arm, which I held like a support.

"I was coming for you but this attracted me. Just checking if my eyes could spot anything suspicious. Anyways, what about you? How far is the post mortem?"

"I don't really know what I should say. Our doctors are working on it but since the body is taken away to Springfield Hospital, we're unable to come to any specific conclusions."

"I see... Whatever though, home right?" I fished the car keys out of my pockets as I gestured him towards the parking.

"I have anywhere else to go?" I laughed at his comment and started walking with him towards our car.

Starting the engine, we drove towards our house, which wasn't too far but the journey got prolonged due to the road jams. It's because of the poor lighting of the streets. The more our country is getting advanced, the worse are the services being. It was almost impossible to see anything on the street, more because of the new moon night. The sky was hidden in a crowd of clouds, which had no friends, and existed as an eternal forlorn entity.

With much difficulty, I drove along with all the cars, keeping a watch on the street. Yeonjun was useless when it comes to seeing the surroundings. His bad sight is the most unwanted feature in his whole extraordinary body and mind.

I turned the FM on in an attempt to ease the eerie silence, a little brighter. Yeonjun was busy on his phone, typing messages to someone. I wouldn't be surprised if it's his girlfriend. He was occasionally giggling on the screen. Although I think there exists a possibility of it being our tiny friends.

"Hyungsonim?" The retro song, Island of Love, played on the FM as I chuckled at how coincidentally my question and the song matched the event.

"Hyungsonim?" He gave me an enquiring laugh, as if that was unusual. I loved teasing my brother and his love life was my most enjoyable target. I wouldn't call her noona but address her as my sister in law, and which unmarried brother wouldn't be flustered at that? She laughs at it and joins me, which is yet another reason why Yeonjun gets so shy.

"Who's that wonderful person you're texting, that made you giggle. It has to be Hyungsonim right?" I said, turning to get off the highway.

"Oh, I'm texting Beomgyu. He was complaining how your hyungsonim bought Taehyun and Hyuka icecream. He hurt his ankle in the soccer field so couldn't go to his school today..." He laughed.

"And didn't get to have icecream." I completed his sentence.

"Yeah!" We both started laughing at those three kids. They were quite younger than us, one being 17 and the other two 15. Beomgyu is the Mayor's son, one of the most affluent kids in Seoul, yet he was much different than any child of his age. He was truthful and honest, and austerely sincere. And about the two other kids, well they were rich children as well.

Taehyun was Commander in chief, Kang Taemin's son. He was a fighter, precisely a black belt in Taekwondo and a MMA boxer. Kai on the other hand was Attorney General Nabil's son, and as family influenced, a law aspirant.

The three were a bunch of odd pairs with little to no similarities among themselves yet probably the best trio of best friends.

I knew this three when Yeonjun became the captain of our local cricket team and started coaching them when they were 11 and 9 years old, respectively.

As we laughed on Beomgyu's trivial quibble, we reached our apartment. We hurried up the stairs to our block, because we were so hungry and tired. If only either of our mother's was still with us, we wouldn't have to do so much. The one who says a homemaker or a working mum's job of keeping the house as "home" is easy, I'll be glad to punch their faces thrice every minute for 6 consecutive months.

"Soobin-ah, take a bath, I'll prepare the ramen." Yeonjun came out of the bathroom, wearing his bodice red bathrobe and his hair wrapped in his hand towel.

"Okay!" I picked my towel, while my legs maintained their motion, and rushed inside the bathroom; which I was dieing to enter.

I turned the shower on and pretended to rock my own tiny concert with the smell of that foreign shampoo Yeonjun fancies, making the bathroom smell outlandish.

I completed my routine and reached out for anything to throw on, in my closet as that enchanting smell of cheese and Jalapenos tickled my nose; indicating that our dinner was ready to be savoured by us.

"Ummgh! I love you!" I ran for a back hug and peeped over his soldier.

"Aha! Don't be a baby. Turn the TV on, I'm bringing the bowls." He poured the noodles into two seperate bowls but I wasn't interested in watching another episode of thosr kdramas he watches so often.

"Hey, we're not watching that drama today. Talk to me." I pulled my strongest weapon: The bunny face; and demanded him to entertain me, rather than entertaining himself.

"Urgh! Okay. What's that you wanna talk of?" He sat down on the chair. I smiled sheepishly and he huffed at me with that annoyed physiognomy of his.

"I have an interesting topic to discuss today." I started.

"Go ahead."

"I couldn't see Anhyun's body before it was removed, but you did right?"

"Yeh!"

"Do you think it's suicide? You're a criminal theorist, what do you think?"

He slurped some noodles. "I don't have a say you know. As I already told you, the actual dead body wasn't examined by me or my team. Although I highly doubt it as just a suicide."

"Why so?" I asked.

"Has no definite proof, just an assumption, but when I was tracing the position of her dead body, I noticed a cut on her left wrist. It's obvious for most people to cut their left wrist with their right hands. But as much as I know, she was left handed. Which means even if the cut was attempted by her, it had 70% chance of being on the right hand."

"Okay... But there's a 30% chance of her being ambidextrous and using her right hand instead of left." I said.

"There is. But when we're attempting something like killing oneself, our subconscious brain tends to be completely honest and natural. Her natural way of body is using the left hand. Even if she didn't use her left hand and had switched to right, years back, she would still use her left hand at any reflex action, i.e, any subconscious action."

"Anything else that could lead the investigation?" I asked.

"Not really. I think she was waiting for someone. You didn't see it, but I noticed that her makeup was still on when I traced her body. Now I don't expect someone suicidal wearing makeup. I mean, I don't think she would take the hurdle of putting on makeup just so her face looks good on the newspaper."

"Hmm... Now that you mentioned it, it does seem suspicious. It could also be that she wears makeup all the time."

"Could be, it absolutely could be. Dr. Lim was rushing so much that I barely got to see her body. It's funny how the CCTVs outside the building and in the campus around that specific spot, were all sent for servicing just today. A suicide can't be so planned, can it?"

I chewed on my noodles while listening to all the factors he noticed. Suicides are generally an abrupt eruption of pessimistic thoughts which may or may not have generated from intense tormenting.

Even if we consider that she took enough time to think about cutting her wrist, I couldn't be convinced that the all CCTVs fused on the very day, that they had to be sent for servicing.

Ane if she did take the initiative of cutting her wrist, why would she jump? She could have died on the bed, asleep. And about makeup, let's consider what Yeonjun doesn't expect is what she did.

She was smart enough to know that if she jumps off from her room, her face will be damaged, resulting it to be covered on the headlines.

I was busy thinking about all the possibilities which didn't match any clues, when I noticed Yeonjun crawling on the floor to get the TV remote. This man never grew up.

I let him turn the TV on, else he wouldn't stop whining at night. "Switch it on. You entertained me well. You're rewarded."

He smiled at me with those raised incisors and turned the darn cathode ray tube on.

On opening our TV, the first channel is the National News TV. The screen stayed on that channel as the remote refrained from functioning, and he on the other hand, kept on hitting the remote as if it will work, magically.

I stared at the screen as the advertisements haulted and the headlines read the massive road accident on the highway.

The remote worked and he changed the channel so I took out my phone to read about the accident, which was bound to happen because of the careless ignorance of the Road Management Unit.

It was huge, the whole car had tumbled down and caught fire in the dry bushes. The fire brigade and police have rushed to the scene.

" ᴛʀᴀꜰꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏʟʟɪꜱᴏɴ ᴏɴ ɢɴʜ 12, ꜱᴇᴛꜱ ꜰɪʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴀʀʙʏ ᴅʀʏ ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛꜱ.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜰᴀᴜʟᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴡ ʟɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ.

ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴊɪᴍɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ, ᴘᴀʀᴋ ʏ/ɴ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏʀᴘꜱᴇ, ꜰᴇʟʟ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴀʀ, ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡꜱʜɪᴇʟᴅ.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɴᴇᴀʀʙʏ ᴘᴏʟᴇ, ʙᴜʏɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪᴄᴛɪᴍꜱ, ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘᴜꜱʜ ʜɪꜱ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀꜰᴇʟʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ.

ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʏᴇᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪᴄᴛɪᴍꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍɪʟᴅʟʏ ɪɴᴊᴜʀᴇᴅ."

"God..."
"Accident?"
"Mhm! Accident."

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Hey Rosairises...

So this was a filler chapter
But I think you all could get an insight to Soobin's group of friends.

We will have another chapter where you'll be made aware of the background history of each and every character.

Since this is a mystery-thriller book, I want you all to become detectives and try to find clues throughout the book when the real search begins

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it.

ByeBye~