The rain was dripping steadily throughout the afternoon and now as the crepuscule came over with the city buzzing drastically, I stood in front of the whole colony. Everyone was present, waiting for the declaration of what I had come up with. The Dean, The Mayor, The mayor's son, The Parks, my brother, The group of friends, the suspected Yunhua and his father, and lastly, the boyfriend, the most damaged personality here; Cha Junghoon.

"Greetings to everyone present here. I hope to make this conference pretty short and clearly to the point. But, there are a lot of things that we need to know. If anyone has anything scheduled for the next 2 to 3 hours, I'd be really grateful if you postpone them." I voiced to break the silence that had swallowed us just how the night was swallowing the remaining rays of the sun.

"We will start the process with what everyone knows, Anhyun's alleged suicide." All eyes turned to me as I cleared my throat to present my thesis.

"Y/n, please start with what your group of friends were doing then."

"Junghoon had planned to propose Anhyun then and we were celebrating him. Yunhua ran up to us and informed us about Anhyun's demise. And we reached the scene."

"Thank you. So this rules out the possibility of anyone being the culprit except Yunhua." Officer Jang almost waged a war against me but his boss, Jimin's, glare pulled him back.

Yunhua's face had lost all its colour, not because he was afraid but because he knew what had happened.

"Yunhua dear, you had informed Y/n that it was done by Yohan." Everyone gasped for air as I revealed the assumption. However, that which he stated was indeed true.

"There was no fabrication in his statement. It is true. Anhyun was in sort of a polyamorous relationship, which even the Dean knew of. Yohan knew of. Junghoon hadn't." Seohi's face turned blue.

"And, Yunhua and Seohi did too. But just to keep their friend happy, they never revealed anything. As long as Anhyun wasn't exploiting Junghoon sexually or monetarily, they sought to protect him." The whole group seemed surprised with that, even Y/n did.

"Everyone on the campus knew that her boyfie was Yohan. It was after his death that we learnt of Junghoon from his Bestie. I was quite surprised, to be honest." Yeonjun added.

"Alright, onto the next part. About Yohan, let us first welcome Kim Yuki." Following my words, the door knob to the Dean's house slowly twisted and the figure of the short and petite manager came into everyone's sight.

"Ms. Kim, or, Ms. Lee Yuki, please push us through Yohan's part."

"I... I am Lee Yuki, Yohan's sister. His older sister."

"Thank you, ma'am. From here, I'll continue. Kim Yuki knew about Yohan's illegal acts but being his sister, she never supported or objected it. She compromised with everything just how she had always been. I must tell you, Kim Yuki, before changing her name and face was forcefully wedded to a rich Arabian oil merchant, who abandoned her because she refused to give up Christianity. Madam was no older than 15 years of age that year when she found herself pregnant with the sheikh's child. Unfortunate of her, she lost her child. But then was adopted by a Kuwaiti family. The brother never forgot his sister so he did learn Arabic to communicate with her, as an employer. Madam was employed by him and she chose not to reveal. I believe this explains why Yohan had Arabic inscriptions on his walls. Those all are the names of the girls he ruined, basking his fake glory."

I sat down, picking up my bag to rummage through it. I found the small pendrive, hidden in one of the secret chains in my bag, and inserted it to the computer. I rapidly clicked onto the last video of the storage.

"I would appreciate if everyone maintains silence and watches the video carefully."

The video started with a view of our school accompanied by a soulful voice, belonging to my hoobae. It all started bright but immediately took a turn as muffled screams started to reach our ears. Rukwon changed the view and zoomed into Anhyun's window where three faces were evidently visible: Jung Anhyun, Lee Yohan and Song Taeju.

"That'll be it." I stopped the video to let Yunhua narrate the story.

"Yunhua, please take the lead and don't you dare lie." I hissed the later part through my teeth. Yunhua shivered, unsteadily gazing at his father and his boyfriend, and then once at Y/n and me. Y/n was mad with him and her dominating gaze made him swallow hard.

"Umm... Am... Am I allowed to speak about it? Because it would..."

"It won't be dangerous. Lee Yohan is dead and I, your boyfriend, is a policeman himself! Don't you dare lie. Or I'm breaking up with you. I'll not be with someone who chooses to silently support crime!" Jaechan scornfully scoffed at Yunhua, forcing the later to swear to the name of God.

"Please, no. I was afraid to tell because it was something that could harm us. But let the truth come out. Y/n, what I told you was half of the scene I knew. Yes, I went to the eatery to get myself some snacks. But I was back in no time. I was just outside her door, on the upper stairs, when Song Taeju and Yohan, along with the Dean came. Mr Dean left and I heard the most sinful moans and screams. But it quickly changed from ecstasy to real agony. I was afraid and I entered the other room, one that had a window. On Yohan's instructions, Song Taeju burnt the girl while Yohan fucked her." Junghoon restricted the painful words from entering his ears with the palms of his hands, forcing himself to hold back the feelings building up in him.

Y/n bit her lips, absorbing the incidence slowly. The Dean was devastated but maintained his image. Seohi had her lips covered with her hands, gawking as a reflex to what was just presented to them.

"Thank you. And when Yohan knew that Anhyun was dead, he simply pushed her off the building. Ms. Yuki knew that." Madam nodded in affirmation as I prepared to explain the next series.

"Now, let's progress. We'll talk about Bumjoon because he died before Yohan. About his death, it's difficult to declare how he died. We'll discuss that later. He was found dead not near the fire place but in the middle of the river. Yeonjun had found it first. Yes, no traces have been marked because Song Taeju has confessed to have changed his clothes." Y/n and Yeonjun nodded along with me as the hour hand of the clock reached 7:00 pm. By now, the sky outside the window was already pitch black.

"Mr. Jo Hyunsik, please." I passed the mic to the Dean who had utter shock on his face. Y/n herself had found this out so she didn't seem too surprised. The Dean shivered with his revelation and seemed too unstable to disclose his history. I, therefore, let Y/n have the spotlight for the second victim.

"All of you would want to know what exact relationship Bumjoon and Anhyun had. In one word it is cousins. They were cousins. The Dean is not Anhyun's father, he is her father's cousin as well. Although, Bumjoon's mother was Jung Seokmin's first wife. Just like Anhyun, he had proudly ruined many women and because Mrs. Jo Baram could not produce a child, they divorced. Or that was what reported to the media." I handed her the data we found, thanks to Hyuka, and she turned to the page that read the story. I had gone to his office and that appeared to be my El Dorado.

"Jung Seokmin had sold Jo Baram's body. She was blind, uneducated. Every night she was made to believe that her husband slept with her. She didn't know how she was being used by his colleagues to satisfy themselves. Our Dean, her second husband, came to know about this through a mutual who was proudly boasting about his sleep. It was our Dean that told the whole story to the poor Baram. Baram was impregnated several times even when she was forcefully kept on contraceptives. Seokmin had left her before she knew the reality. Thankfully, she gained what she deserved, after much torture. Both our Dean and his son never failed to give her what she could ever cherish: love, happiness and respect." Y/n closed the file as the Dean burst out crying. His story was the reason he wanted justice for his son. Every great war comes at a cost of millions of innocent lives.

"Mr Dean, I'm sorry for your loss. Bumjoon was innocent. Indeed, the golden boy. Anhyun removed him from the path because he had threatened to reveal her crimes." We all maintained another minute of silence until it was broken by the mayor's questions, I deliberately wanted someone to ask.

"Who was the killer then? How did Yohan die?"

Nobody would commit suicide if the torment of living inside themselves, the agony of the sleepless, agonising hours spent seeing the world shrink and uglier, was tolerable or could be alleviated by others telling us how they wanted us to feel. An unhappy person is ravenous because they can't stop thinking about themselves and dodge it any more than a prisoner held captive by a sadistic serial killer. They can't forget about the person who comes in to punish them every day. Their mind causes havoc in their body. Breathing, eating, walking, and thinking aches.

"To answer this, I will start with the process. The culprit killed Yohan because she was also unlawfully murdered. The perpetrator here is also a victim of this all. You can not define good or bad. That's subjective. Depends upon how you see it." I stopped to look at the face of the one who knew everything. Indeed, nothing special but one in a million.

"That night, the CCTV was tampered with. Yohan did not appoint any women. He simply went to sleep, contemplated with his cruelty. Unfortunately for him, he forgot to lock the door. The murderer had burnt him exactly how he had burnt Anhyun, exactly how Anhyun had burnt Bumjoon. He intended to escape alone but Ms. Yuki had already entered the house. He escaped from the second storey, jumping off the window right above the room where the body was found. Yohan was found dead in his room but madam took the hassle to break the window of that room, dump the body and finally throw his mutilated penis out of that window." Ending the explanation of every death, the clock struck 8:00 pm.

Our apotheosis had reached its end. The only question left asked for the criminal.

I waited for Y/n to settle herself on her seat. I stood up, holding out the picture of a shiny blue bracelet.

"Our perpetrator is present in this room." Y/n was wearing hers today as well. All eyes went to Yunhua, somehow blaming him for everything. It wouldn't be shocking, for Anhyun was his friend's Juliet and in that wrath, who won't pursue a crime?

"Y/n, I had a question for you." Y/n gestured me to continue as I smiled at the oblivion on her face.

"Are you one of those exceptional cases of monozygotic twins with duplicate DNA?"

"Me? No! I am just me, I don't have a twin. My sibling is almost a decade older than me. What are you talking about?"

"Well, on the night when we broke into Yohan's house, I had recovered some splashes of blood at one of the broken crevices on the stair platform. I got it tested and the DNA matches with you."

"Me? What?!"

"It was you, Y/n? How? What?!" Her friends cried out at the top of their voices, making me laugh.

"Have you lost your mind?" Yeonjun looked flabbergasted. And about Jimin, I believe I was successful again to make him hate me.

"Wait a second, y'all. I said the DNA matches. I did not say that she is responsible for this. But, for the DNA, yes she is. In 2016, Y/n, do you remember you donated your stem cells? Well, the perpetrator is one of the very few survivors of a stem cell transplant, that too for a long time. Indeed, nothing too special yet one in a million." I watched everyone as they calmed down, occupied by a new dilemma.

"Who is it, Soobin-ssi?"

"Be patient, dear, be patient. The story ain't over yet. Who can speak Arabic here?" Asides Yuki, Dami walked to the front as I had expected. All heads turned to her but again, the story was yet to end.

"Noona, how did you learn the language?"

"As a hobby. I can speak 26 languages."

"Thank you, you can take your seat. One more person here can speak in Arabic. Kuwait is a highly developed country and well known for its bone marrow transplant."

"And...?" Questioned Junghoon.

"And? And, what? You tell me, Junghoon. And, what? You know what, don't you?"

"You know? What's happening? Hoonie, what do you know?"

"Nothing. I don't understand what he's talking about."

"You don't? Junghoon, you don't? How long will you hide from your best friend that you had leukemia for which you had spent 3 years of your life in Kuwait, where your father worked, and had recovered with stem cell transplant? Hadn't you bought Y/n's cells from the bank? Didn't you mess with her candle to destroy her chronology? Didn't you?!" I had lost my composure now. A tornado of emotions was building up in my heart but a devastating disaster formed only in Y/n's.

"What... What are you saying? You're joking, right?"

"Do I look like, Junghoon? You knew Y/n and my brother had touched that corpse, didn't you? And that's why you called Taeju to change it, offering him 10 million, didn't you? Don't you speak Arabic too?! Cha Junghoon, hiding will not help you."

"As if you can hold me either."

I felt a push as he broke through the door, running out of the house. He was making his way up the campus but my Y/n was much agile than him, a pull, a punch and he was on the ground.

Jimin took his gun out, pointing it at him.

"Why, Hoonie, why did you? I told you I'll avenge you, didn't I? Didn't you have faith in me? Why? Hoonie? Why?"

"You know what I did and why! I loved her, Y/n. I loved her! Soobin, what would you do if I tortured Y/n and exploited her? Wouldn't you kill me too? Wouldn't you? Answer me, wouldn't you?!" Those eyes that held an ocean of love were now replaced with a red of rage.

"I am right! He deserved to die!"

"You are no God, Hoonie. You can't decide who dies and who doesn't. But how did you get so much of money, damn!" Y/n was overturned with grief and disappointment.

"I wasn't alone, of course not. The je-" A deafening bang of a gun firing and a bright light blinded us. As my eyes fixed it's aperture to focus on the now darkness, filled with all the people in that sitting, we found what we weren't prepared for. Junghoon was dead with a card, the jester.

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Hey guys
Just the epilogue and our journey of 8 months ends here.
I will be on a hiatus until Krampus starting tomorrow.

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