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" How.... How do you know my name?"

" Pfft.... You are such an idiot for someone who studied at England. Who can I expect to come to this grave? Her son obviously. The husband is an asshole. I hope you won't be offended by this. "

Jimin smirked and looked away. He is really an idiot. He had to be insulted by someone on the very first day of his arrival.

" Are you here for someone?" He questioned as he didn't see her infront of another grave excluding his mother's.

" Nah.... Not someone particular. " She replied stretching her hands.

" I came to visit everyone under the ground here. That's my business. "

" What? "

" In short , my business is related to supernatural things. I study them. Sometimes I help people out too. Most of them are scared of me though."

" Not another weirdo." muttered Jimin under his breath.

" You can call me a weirdo. I don't mind. " replied Miranda chuckling.

Jimin looked away in embarrassment.

" Do you not believe in supernatural things even after you experienced them?"

" I am just not sure about it. Wait a minute.... How do you know...."

" I have my own ways. My invisible friends are always giving me information about what's going on around me. "

Jimin looked at her with wide eyes getting what she meant by ' invisible friends'.

" I should go now. " Miranda added.

Jimin watched the woman walking towards the street. He kept staring until she was nowhere to be seen.

He decided to go back too. He slowly walked grasping nature's beauty. The cherry blossoms were in bloom. He watched the petals fly in the air. The bright sunny afternoon felt so beautiful. The warm sunrays fell on his coat. He took it off to feel them. The leaves of the trees glistened. They were waiting for the spring too.

The dark hometown of his had changed so much since he had left. The houses and even the shops looked unknown to him. He felt happy for some reason. Was it because he was in a good mood after meeting his mother? Or was it because he was roaming according to his will after he reached his adulthood?

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Jimin twirled around. He had been attracted to dance since he went out of the country. He wanted to enjoy some alone time at the hall. He had joined some dance classes when he was a teenager. It cheered him up whenever he felt down.

The statue was still there. He still couldn't understand what it symbolised. He sat against it and closed his eyes. Even though home was hell he missed it. There's always this smell around your house which one would always miss.

He went through his memory lane remembering small acts of his. He smiled as he remembered the whines he once made for making him pancakes.

" Seems like my husband is back. I am almost complete. Don't worry love. You will soon be mine. Just give me one week. " a female voice whispered in his head.

The image of a woman suddenly displayed in his eyes. He was there too in a distance staring at her. Her distorted face and smirk seemed so cruel! Her body had torn clothes. She advanced towards him slowly. There was only a few centimetres gap between them. 

And Jimin opened his eyes screaming. Saia was back. He was in her grasp again. Feeling something wet on his shirt , he turned around to face the statue. The statue was crying. It wasn't water. It was blood.

He lost his consciousness and fell down on the floor.

A/n : Hello bubs! How are you guys? This lazy author finally had the chance to update after three days. Sorry it's a really small chapter.  Do vote and comment. I will be waiting for your response to this chapter. You guys mean a lot. Stay safe and healthy. Try not to go outside because the situation is not good at all. Don't forget to wear a mask and use a sanitizer.