The bright moonlight filtered into the enormous room through open window, silk curtains stirring slowly at the breezy wind.

The girl sat still in the chair, eyes going over the same letter for the fifth time, flickering with tears as it stopped at one specific sentence.

"I would wait for you tomorrow at our regular place. If you ever loved me truly, show up. I would wait for you,my sweetheart."

Jungha sighed loudly, contemplating if she should actually elope with her lover.

They met at high school during the third year and immediately fell for each other which led them to have a secret relationship for two years.

Unfortunately, her mother found the love letters one week ago through her youngest sibling and informed Jiwon.

He as expectedly became furious at the news, especially at her lover who belonged to a low class family. Being convinced the latter somehow manipulated his precious daughter, he caged Jungha into the house and started to look out for suitable man to marry her off to.

Jungha couldn't tolerate that, she had grown up and absolutely knew what was good for her. Her lover may not have the riches but he treats her thousand times better than her own parents.

Her parents were strict and conservative, controlling her like a puppet from the very first day of her life. They never cared about how she felt and when she tried to express, they shut her up by yelling.

Yet she loved her parents. But she had reached her limits. She wanted to be independent, to take decisions of her own life herself.

She eyed at her side to find the black duffle bag sitting motionless on the mattress before staring into the dark blue sky beyond the wall.

A lone tear escaped her eye, trailing down her cheek as she whispered to nobody,

"Forgive me, mom and dad."

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Clouds of gray smoke escaped Taehyung's mouth before fading into the thin air. A smile formed on his lips as he felt the toxic nicotine burn his lungs.

He knew this bad habit of him would be the reason of his death one day but he didn't care, like anybody would pay heed on his disappearance.

Without one person.

The telephone at his desk instantly chimed up. Taehyung gave the object a look, knowing who could call him at this hour.

Crushing the nicotine stick into the tray, he answered the phone.
"Hello."

"What are you doing, my son?"
The old man on other side of the call spoke gruffly.

"Was checking the list of names. Do you need anything, sir?"

"Or else why i would call you? Forget that useless list and go out in search of a man I'm telling you about. Jeon Jiwon, top detective. Currently spending time with his family in Buk-gu. Sources claimed he has an important file which can ruin me in a blink. I want that file and his head on my desk by the next week. Understood?"

Taehyung heaved a sigh before grabbing his revolver and grazing his eyes over the black coloured weapon.

"Noted, sir."

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