ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆ㅤㅤ˚ㅤ﹒⠀⠀ꔫ⠀ㅤ⠂ㅤ₊ㅤ °ㅤㅤ☆ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ໒⠀⠀13+﹒action﹒angst﹒drama ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ a bit of romance﹒mu(beeb)der ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ arguments﹒mentions of illness ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ v^mt!ng﹒being sick﹒stealing ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(ㅤclick green flag + space/text ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ to go to the next text !!ㅤㅤ) ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ+ character info inside !! (Updated) ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆ㅤㅤ˚ㅤ﹒⠀⠀ꔫ⠀ㅤ⠂ㅤ₊ㅤ °ㅤㅤ☆ Was it here? The house that was once filled with laughter and warmth of a family. Even thought it wasn't complete, it was still a warm family. The house looked deserted. The broken window doors were swaying along with the flow of the wind, making a gentle screeching noise. The yard's low door was pretty much broken. It also swayed along the windows and wind, although the noise was a bit higher. The flowers planted neatly in the left corner of the yard were all dried, although the wet smell of roses and violets could still be smelt. Vincent stopped the car. He stepped out onto the wet grass that had grew outside the yard door. Since nobody was in the house, and it was deserted, nobody did anything about the unwanted plants growing around it. Vincent pushed open the door. Not much force needed, as it was broken by force before. He stepped in, putting foot on the wet from rain grass. It had rained a few hours ago. He walked slowly, very slowly. Taking his time to scan around the yard. Everything was the same way it was left before leaving. He traced down the vines that grew around the door, creating a very beautiful border around the door. Vincent pushed open the front door as well. Also no force needed for this one as well, as it was also broken by force as well. He stepped inside, looking around. Everything was the same. The small carpet laying in front of the doorstep. The stairs leading up to the bedrooms. The small living room, and the kitchen, everything inside them was the same. All neat and clean. But one place wasn't clean and neat. Vincent's bedroom. Vincent stepped on the stairs. It made a creeking noise as he let all his weight on his legs and stepping up on the other stair. He continued walking upstairs, until he had reached the scene. Suddenly, the smell of fresh cooked biscuits faded. The smell of bld flew around Vincent. The scent of the red liquid he was scared of the most. The liquid that had his all body in red when he was a child. Vincent didn't feel like himself anymore. He felt like the little boy in his ten years. The boy that had witnessed the dth of his lovely mother. His angelic mother, the best mother he could've asked for. He suddenly felt dizzy. Why was he even here? Did he want to bring back all those memories? He walked forward to his bedroom. Opening the door, he walked in. He witnessed all his notebooks and story books on the ground, the papers ripped out of it. The room was all neat. But it wasn't like this when his mother d!ed. It was all red. Was anyone here? What had happened when he escaped? Vincent stepped forward to the place he remembered his mother's body. He pushed his bed with all his force. Someone had moved the furniture, and 'created' a scene. Vincent remembers everything from that day, every single thing. The books didn't have their papers ripped out. His bed wasn't in the middle of the room, it was at the left corner. The cupboard wasn't broken, all shattered on the floor. It had just had a few scratches on it. Vincent felt his blood boil. Who was here? And how dare they change everything? It must've been the person who did that to his mother. He kept pushing. Until the bed was right at the place it was before. Oh, what he saw was terrible. Where was his mother's body? It wasn't there! It had been there, untouched when he left. Was the police here? No. It couldn't be. There house was way far from the city, it couldn't be the police. But the thing that had remained untouched, was the bld. He kept being suspicious. Why would someone take his mother's body, but not wipe away the traces? Vincent couldn't think anymore. The smell of bld mixed with her mothers cologne was killing him. It was making him have an awful headache, and feel dizzy. He ran out. He just had to get out of there, he couldn't take it anymore. ☆ "You have to believe me!" Vincent whined. "What you're saying sounds unreal," Dowook sighed. "Listen Vincent, the body must've just been eaten by insects or something." "Dowook!" Vincent snapped harshly. "I know what I'm saying! You have to investigate!" "Vincent aren't you one of the best spies at SC agency? Do it yourself." Dowook waved him off. "Dowook, please Dowook!" Vincent started crying, something Dowook never thought he'd see. Vincent has always been so happy and cheerful, that seeing him cry was very shocking. Dowook rose from his chair. He put a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it gently. "Fine, I'll investigate." ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆ㅤㅤ˚ㅤ﹒⠀⠀ꔫ⠀ㅤ⠂ㅤ₊ㅤ °ㅤㅤ☆
