The timing was perfect. The head officers and most of the others were out on an emergency duty, leaving behind only a few to patrol around. Namjoon had to go through a few questioning sessions and since he'd mastered in excellence an innocent-and-ill Jimin's facade and persona, the officers had been understanding. Crying Jimin was pitiable and Namjoon knew that well. In his days, Namjoon had had been remanded a considerable number of times. He never took it to his stone heart, he had been well ensured in the skills of both him and Gitak's lawyer to have worried about mere vindictive shreds of evidence or the trial. On the hindside, it was harder to act Jimin, to behave like the mere thing was taking a toll on him.  

Namjoon, or Jimin, as the law and science identified, had been now transferred to a prison. The trial could have been delayed further, the transferring only made sense that way. Of course, a prison would provide better facilities for a longer vacation of the prisoner( or in Namjoon's case, the accused, perhaps); Especially to the police. Controlling a possibly dangerous suspect would be easier within the well-guarded boundaries of a capacious prison. 

Namjoon had been confident he remembered a few basics of law and order from his experienced days. All in vain, because in the circumstance, he didn't know what was happening around. He wasn't sure if he was a suspect, or an accused, or even a convicted prisoner owing to how he was in a prison cell. He was salvaged from it when another cellmate was introduced to him. It was a politician's son who was creating fuss about having to be allotted with criminal dirtbags(as he called it). The guy was soothed when he was brought to an upgraded cell that only inhabited an innocent-looking remanded guy. That was when Namjoon confirmed he wasn't submerged yet.

Anyway, it was the perfect timing. A perfect environment? No. That would have been the police cell where he was grounded earlier, for he'd have had higher prospects of being taken to a hospital then. A prison, unlike the earlier, would have an infirmary. Without giving more thoughts into it, Namjoon banged Jimin's head on the wall crying, the demeanour all psychotic but the mournful shadow pitiable. His cellmate, dumbfounded, tried his best to pull him back from the wall. An elbow landed on the cellmate's mouth, all harsh.

"I'm trying to calm you down, dude. Don't test my patience," the cellmate said.

"I don't deserve this," came the reply followed by punches to the stomach. And that had been the breaking point of the hot-headed son of the famous politician. He lunged forward to repay with the punches to Jimin's face. Namjoon gladly took all of it with a few lazy throws undirected to his opposer's body riling the other more. 

When the desired result didn't present itself to him even after bleeding copiously, Namjoon went ahead to bang his head more with deliberate yells. He finally felt consciousness leaving his borrowed body when the few patrolling officers barged in. Jimin's blood-stained body fell on the floor with a thud. When Namjoon heard the word 'infirmary' pop up, to his dislike, he managed to utter a few last words with his fluterring, almost-closing eyes, to the officer he had his borrowed body rested against. It was his last attempt at sealing the aim of his plan.

"My medicine," he stuttered. "I, I need my medicine."

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"So, who is this Jimin person you were searching for? She is still searching though, has been very restless since we started talking," Mirae said pointing at Sera who wasn't attentive enough even after being called out.

"Sera, listen here. We're going to delve into the matter now." Seokjin elbowed Sera's side.

"Finally! Please ask her whatever you wanna but you better get valid answers from her," Sera threatened.

"What is she talking about? I knew there was something questionable about you two," Mirae said.

"So Mirae-ssi, I'm telling you this because I think I can trust you. Hope you'll keep up to it," began Seokjin.

Sera glared at him in unsureity. "Yo, what are you—"

"My intuition says I can trust her, have some faith in me, Sera."

"I'm waiting for you both guys' drama to finish, by the way," Mirae chimed in.

"Jimin-ssi is Sera's close friend and we're desperately searching for him here because he's a human who's trapped in here. An evil spirit possessed his body and when that normally happens, the body's owner is forced to take the spirit's place in this dark world. We've to take Jimin back to the human earth and save him," Seokjin said.

"Woah!! I've only seen possession in movies. I didn't know it could happen in real life, but how, like evil spirits can never leave this place?"

"There are ways for it."

"But how will you guys take him there?"

"Again, there are ways for that. You forgot that I'm a psychic?"

"No, no, that's not it. I just didn't know a dead psychic's spirit could do the work— Wait! Unless you guys aren't—"

"Please don't scream that aloud, girl. Others might hear you," Sera immediately interjected.

"So it's true?"

"Yes," Seokjin said. "Now we don't have time, we need help to figure out why we can't find Jimin here. According to my research, this should be the spirit's home. He's buried here."

"That is where you are wrong, I guess. There are no evil spirits in this graveyard."

Sera and Seokjin exchanged a look.

"It's Kim Namjoon," Sera said. "I know that he lived with you when he was younger, but please don't let any soft corner to effect your decision, we need your help."

"W-What? No...No, how can that happen?" Mirae looked very sad.

"It's true, though. It's him," Sera assured.

"Well, do you find your Jimin guy here then. No! Because Namjoon oppa hasn't been ever here, in this graveyard, since he died—" 

"What!" Both the questers expressed.

"What does that mean?" Mirae continued. "That he opted for the afterlife! You guys have been mistaken, you don't make any sense!" She looked as if she would break any moment.

"You were close with Namjoon?" Seokjin said, compassion oozing in his tone.

"That is what you care! She said he hasn't been here once, that's an alert, for hell's sake!" Sera screamed. "An alert that you're a fucking scam!" Sera grabbed Seokjin by his shirt's collar.

The man freed himself of the crazy woman immediately. "I'm not much of a patient person either, Sera. Remember that I'm the one helping you. I've been trying to be understanding, but you just don't understand. Even I'm scared—"

"Hey guys?" Myunjoo said unsure of the scenario he landed in. The three were so involved in their drama that they had failed to notice the white sparkles that boomed, the messenger of Myunjoo's arrival. 

"Wrong timing," Mirae mumbled uninterested. Seokjin nodded in agreement and Sera glared at the new guest.

"I couldn't help myself. I had to come speak to you, Mirae. I know you wanted your distance earlier, and I respected that, but now you've to listen to me."

"You came back too soon, it feels like it's been an hour since you last visited," Mirae stated coldly.

"It was daytime then, and now it's night there. You got a few hours gap. I am not waiting anymore. Please listen to me."

"I'm out of here," Sera began storming away in anger.

"Wait!" Myunjoo said. "Namjoon involves in this, so you can listen to it too, since you guys know him. The more people I confess this to, the better."

"I think listening to him might be a good idea, Sera," Seokjin said.

"Yo, Seokjin, from this instant onwards, you don't tell me what to do," she pointed her finger at him and went to seat herself on a grave, legs crossed. "From now on, I can judge for myself. And this information better be good." She directed her gaze to Myunjoo.

"You youngsters have no respect for elders these days," Myunjoo commented. He regretted it as soon as he met the piercing eyes of Sera.

"Will you begin today, ahjussi? I have a life to save," her low voice reverberated and everyone sighed.

"I'll have to start from the beginning," Myunjoo began. "See, I didn't have a good relationship with Kim Namjoon...."

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Namjoon found Mirae sitting by her favourite tree in the lawn. However, she didn't seem as happy as she always did while enjoying its shade. Her bestie, her favourite doll, Kimchi, wasn't resting in her lap like it always did. When Namjoon reached nearer, he could understand why. 

"Mirae, what happened, why are you crying? Is your stomach hurting again? Should I call Father Francis?" Namjoon enquired as he sat by the girl and held her hand.

"No, my stomach is fine."

"Then why are you crying?" the 8-year-old Namjoon asked. "I don't like you crying, please don't cry."

"I can't tell you," the 5-year-old said, crying more.

"Why? Please tell me, Mirae, I'll buy you many candies."

"I don't want candies. I want Hojin oppa and Myunjoo oppa to stop bullying and hitting me."

"What? They hit you?" Namjoon's eye widened. 

/Hojin and Myunjoo were around the same age as Namjoon. The three were notorious for being ill-tempered and getting into fights every now and then, Hojin and Myunjoo on one side against Namjoon alone on the other. Despite the bad blood, the two villains had never hurt any of Namjoon's friends./

"Why?" he asked.

"They said because I'm your friend."

"How many times have they hit you?"

The girl raised three of her fingers up. "And when all did that happen?" Namjoon asked.

"Today...Yesterday. And also three days ago, when you fought with them."

Namjoon's suspicions were confirmed. They started it because of that fight. Namjoon beat up Hojin pretty bad that day, a broken nose and a black eye was the result.

"I will beat them up," Namjoon declared all enraged.

"No, you can't do that oppa. Father will be very angry, he said he'll give you the worst punishment if you do anything again."

"Yeah. What do I do then? Oh, I can still complain to Father, he'll punish them. He'll become especially angry if he hears about it. He absolutely doesn't like people who tortures the innocent."

"Will you tell this to Father for me?" Mirae asked with shining eyes.

"Of course, I'll do. You are my special friend."

"Thank you so much, oppa. You're the best." Mirae sat up on her knees to kiss the boy's cheek. Namjoon smiled back and intertwined their pinky fingers. The light rain that started in the background cheered for the two cute kids. But unfortunately, it was overpowered by the screeching voice of their warden instructing them to get back inside.

On the other hand, Myunjoo ran inside to find his friend Hojin. The boy was found bullying a kid to do his homework for him. "Hojin, come here fast," Myunjoo blurted.

"Finish this fast, I'll be back," Hojin said to the kid before going with Myunjoo.

"What happened?"

"Namjoon's gonna tell on us to Father about us hitting Mirae. You know he hates boys raising hands on girls, he'll give us the worst punishment, dude. I'm scared."

"Ohh," Hojin panicked. "What do we do? Oh, I know. We should make Namjoon not say it."

"He'll never agree."

"I know. How about we kill him?"

Myunjoo stood silent for a few seconds, he felt like he wasn't smart enough to respond to that. "Dude, you're crazy," he managed to say at last. "You'll go to both prison and hell."

"Right. Then let's just push him into that weird hole in that corner of the backyard we're not supposed to go. When he'll be rescued from it, he'll forget about the complaint and the whole deal about it."

"Won't he die?"

"I don't think so, it's just a hole, he can come up if someone helps him with a rope, not like he'll be stuck there forever."

"Alright then."

"What are you waiting for, go make him come there, I'll be waiting," Hojin instructed.

Myunjoo managed to rile Namjoon up enough to have him agree to a secret fight match by the pit. The kids were not supposed to go there. The grass and trees were too overgrown and unmaintained in that part to be safe, in their warden's words. So no one would come check up on the boys, especially since it was raining. 

Myunjoo stood far by a tree and witnessed the whole fighting sequence. He wished to cheer for his friend but then the others inside could hear him.

Hojin managed to get Namjoon to go near the pit. Cheering himself in his mind, the boy lunged towards Namjoon in full force, with his fist planning to push the other into the pit in a natural-seeming way. On time, Namjoon dodged his opposer's punch by stepping to the side. Hojin's legs couldn't fight the lack of friction on the rainy muddy ground beneath him, his force had to land him right into the water reservation pit. The pit wasn't even uncovered, it had net covering which wasn't attached to it. But it had been easy for the cover to slide open once it came in contact with Hojin's feet.

As soon as Namjoon registered what had happened, he knelt down by the pit the width of a manhole and snatched away the cover that partially covered it. He could see Hojin struggling inside, almost submerged in the collected rainwater of muddy colour and taste. Namjoon screamed in panic. "H-Hojin, stick your face out of the water. Grip on the sides with your hands and legs and let your body up a little." Namjoon desperately tried to prevent more water to rush into the pit with his hands, but it was of no use; the area surrounding the pit was purposely made sloping downwards into the pit. 

Myunjoo who was witnessing it all from afar froze. He never realized about the rainwater in the pit, it completely slipped his mind. He ran inside to call for help, all the while screaming. "Namjoon pushed Hojin into the hole!"

"What hole?" a nun questioned him.

"The hole in the ground by the overgrown grasses and shrubs."

"Oh my God, he can die in there! Sister Susan, call Father!" the woman shouted and frenzily ran out followed by the other nuns and the warden. When Myunjoo heard the word 'die' he had decided the fate by himself. He then tweaked his statement a bit and started screaming it over and over again. "Namjoon killed Hojin!" he yelled. 

By the time the fire brigade arrived, it was too late.

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