Chapter 3. The Visitor

❝ and if we ever break these walls down
it's easier said than done
would I be crazy enough to follow?
or let the regret eat me up ❞

"That is impossible. I saw his dead body. I was there when they buried him."

"But what if—" Jimin lets out a deep breath, and a tear escapes his eye as Hoseok is watching him, closely.

Jimin is the only one who claims that Taehyung is still alive, the only one who claims that has heard Taehyung's voice after the boy's death.

What if it is just an illusion?

"We have been through a lot. All of us. We need to stick together, and stay strong, okay?" Hoseok places his hand on his back as they both start to walk home again.

"But The Creator— he has been sending me messages. He has been giving me some clues," Jimin starts to cry. "We shouldn't have played that fucking game in the first place."

"It is my fault," Hoseok sighs. "I put you all in this mess, and I feel so sorry about everything."

Jimin gives him a smile although he is not really in the mood for doing such a thing. "Don't blame yourself. This will be over soon," He mutters under his breath, "Trust me."

It has been a few hours since the letter was given to detective Kim.

"He uses numbers instead of using words," He looks down at the letter which he has been holding in his hands, and smells the envelope for the seventh time. "Water lilies..."

He pours himself another drink, and throws the letter on the table which is in front of him.

Of course that he is tired of solving this mysterious case, but he has no choice, because the sooner he gives up, the more people die.

"Does this killer even know that this envelope smells like water lilies?" He starts talking with himself again. "What is he after?"

He opens the file about this case, and reads each paragraph carefully, until his eyes meet with a sentence which grab his attention.

⌜ ... when the police found Kim Taehyung dead, his body smelled like water lilies. One of his friends, Park Jimin, claims that they always used to go to the lake house which belonged to the seven boys, but the other friend, Kim Namjoon, disagrees with this opinion. ⌟

"This is interesting," The detective sighs, and says to himself. "They definitely know something that I don't," He takes a quick look at his watch, and makes his way towards the door. "I need to pay them a visit."