10 july 2019

The room was suffocating. The air felt thick, heavy with tension, and the harsh fluorescent lights did nothing to soften the sterile, cold environment of the interrogation room. I sat across from the investigator, my hands trembling slightly as I tried to maintain my composure. His gaze was piercing, relentless, as if he could see right through me.

"So, Miss Y/N, you went to the loft on July 5th, yes or no?" His voice was sharp, each word a blade cutting through the silence. His eyes were fixed on me, digging holes into my skin, searching for any sign of weakness.

"I didn't," I replied, trying to infuse my voice with as much confidence as I could muster, though it wavered slightly.

"Do you know Park Jimin?" He fired off the next question before I could even catch my breath.

"I do, but—" I started, only to be cut off by his harsh tone.

"You met him the night before we found his corpse in your loft," he said, his voice dripping with accusation.

"I'm not sure," I stuttered, my body shaking uncontrollably. Fear gripped me, and I could feel tears welling up, threatening to spill over. Before I could gather myself, he smacked the table with such force that I jolted in my seat.

"Your friends already admitted that you were in a relationship with him, so don't play dumb with me! You can't fool me!" he shouted, his face inches from mine, his voice booming in the small room.

I shook my head in disbelief, my mind reeling. How could they have said that? Why would they turn on me?

"They said you two were making out that night before leaving the party together," he continued, his voice relentless, pounding on the table once more.

Tears streamed down my cheeks. I couldn't hold them back any longer. "My friends wouldn't say that. Stop lying!" I cried out, refusing to believe him. This couldn't be happening. They wouldn't betray me like this.

"Oh, but they did," he smirked, leaning back in his chair, satisfied with the turmoil he had stirred within me. "They snitched on you. They betrayed you. You can't blackmail them anymore."

His words hit me like a sledgehammer. Blackmail? Leak their nudes? What was he talking about? "You're going to rot in jail once we finish all the investigations," he added, his voice laced with a twisted sense of victory.

Meanwhile, in another room, Lisa was facing her own interrogation. She sat across from a different officer, trying to stay calm, her heart racing as she thought about her friends.

"Lalisa Manoban, how did you meet Y/N, Seulgi, and Nayeon?" the officer began, his tone neutral, almost conversational.

"The four of us have been friends since primary school. I don't remember exactly how we met," she replied calmly, her voice steady. She had promised herself she would be strong, that they would get through this together.

"Why did you buy a secret loft? Why does no one in your families know about it?" he pressed, his eyes narrowing.

"We needed somewhere to chill together," Lisa answered, her voice still calm, though a flicker of anxiety flashed in her eyes.

"And to fuck with guys?" he sneered, trying to provoke her.

"We're not whores," Lisa snapped, her eyes flashing with anger as she shot him a death glare.

"Your neighbors claimed to see a handful of guys visiting the loft, including Taehyung." The officer's words hit Lisa like a punch to the gut. She hadn't expected this topic to come up again. She looked down, suddenly unsure of what to say, terrified that anything she might reveal could be used against them.

"Your answers are the shortest compared to your friends. Are you scared to give us clues? Or to say something inconsistent with what your friends have said?" The officer laughed, a cruel sound meant to unsettle her. He was trying to break her, to make her slip up, but Lisa remained unbothered, determined to protect her friends.

"Listen, Lisa," he continued, his tone softening slightly, "you're the last on our list of suspects. All the evidence we have so far points to Y/N. I'm sure you're tired and just want to go home. Tell us what you know."

"That's ridiculous. Y/N can't kill," Lisa shot back, her voice strong and unwavering. She wouldn't let them tear her friend apart like this.

"But she did!" the officer retorted, his eyes narrowing. "She killed Jimin because he was obsessed with her. She killed him to have a chance with Jungkook."

Lisa stared at him, her mind racing. The accusations were absurd, but the way he spoke made it clear he believed every word. How had things spiraled so far out of control? What had actually happened that night?

As the officer's words echoed in her mind, Lisa's thoughts drifted back to the beginning, to the night that had started it all. It was time to piece together the truth, no matter how painful it might be.

Shall we go back to the start and find out what actually happened?