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(Lay's P.O.V.)

The police get there in no time.
They dust the van for any fingerprints and any possible leads, and carry Mr.Dong's body away in a stretcher.
Probably to send to forensics.
The whole front of the SM Building is full of police and forensic vans and cars.
We hear the sirens as we think of what happened...
Oh, Mr. Dong...
You didn't deserve any of this...
Kris is still slightly passed out on the couch, and everyone else, including me, is still shocked and disturbed at what we saw, and what the hell just happened this morning...
We're all just...traumatized.
Probably for life...
In one day, our manager got killed, and we found out that we're stalked by a crazy, psychotic 'fan'...
Who just happens to be the killer...
Great fan...
Bravo...
If this is how you treat your loved ones, then I sure as hell, hope you never get married...
And I mean it.
I'm thinking all this, while holding Sehun in a hug, and stroking his hair, trying to calm him...
Poor kid.
He got a bit too shocked at what happened.
He's been crying ever since.
He really respected Mr.Dong.
He was like his second father.
Especially since he's the youngest.
And he's also feeling a little guilty...
"If only I...i-if I came out the bathroom earlier, then we would've been able to help him...i-if it wasn't for me making us late...he would've been alive right now."
He barely choked out the last part.
No Sehun...
"No...Sehun...if it wasn't for you...we would've all been dead." I whisper softly to him.
He looks up with smudged and confused eyes.
"What? What....do you mean?" He sniffs as he asks.
"Well..." I say as I take the role of the big brother, this time, while wiping his tears away from his pretty but swollen eyes, "She had a gun Sehun...there was nothing we would be able to do...if it wasn't for you, she would've had more targets to shoot at...you actually saved our lives...thank you."
I have a voice as calm as the midnight sea.
Despite the storm that's going on inside of me...
I am tragically disturbed by these events as well, but...
I try to be strong...
I want to care for the others...
I want to make them feel better...
Sehun, looks at me with thankful eyes, and then gives me a short hug around my neck.
He's stopped crying.
I hope what I said actually made him feel better...
And that he didn't stop crying just because he ran out of tears...
I hope.
We're all sitting in the lounge at the front of the main entrance of the SM Building.
We're all scared and scarred.
Everyone is just quiet and staring into space...
The floor..
Out of the glass doors...
At something random...
Probably lost in thoughts of what happened this morning...
Wondering what will happen now...
Are we safe?
I'm not so sure...
A tall man in a black suit and pants walks up to the white leather couches that we where sitting on.
He clears his throat and snaps everyone out of their narcosis.
We all look up at him.
Who is he?
"My name is Detective Kyojin Pak. It's nice to meet you all. I'm sorry for your loss." He bows.

Kyojin PakWe all get up to bow.
I walk up to him and sincerely ask,
"Are you going to get the killer, Detective?"
He nods and smiles.
"With your help yes...now," he pulls out a note-book and continues to talk,
"I want to ask you some questions. Did you see anything or anyone suspicious before the...murder?"
He asks us with care, and tact.
He probably realized we're too disturbed by the events, and so he doesn't want to be blunt and forceful...
We all sit back down and think...
Suspicious...
Well...I didn't see anything...
Nothing suspicious that is...
But I do remember something wierd.
There was this driver down at the parking lot, before we saw the van.
In a pink car...
And I think he was...
Wearing a mask...
In fact...
It looked as if he didn't have a face...
It was all...
Just darkness...
"...Well...actually sir, there was this driver that I saw, moments before we found the van...he was driving a pink car, and he was also...wearing a mask..."
I say to the Mr.Pak.
He looked interested in what I just said.
He scribbled down in his notebook.
"Mhmm...pink car...mask...did you maybe see the license plate of the car? Do you remember any of the numbers, at all?"
I think back.
The car didn't have a license plate...
It was ripped off...
I...
I think we found her...
"The...plate was...ripped off, sir."
I gulped when I finished.
He scribbled it down and had a long sigh.
"I think...that was probably our suspect ...the one in the pink car..If you'll excuse me, I'll go and tell this information to the police cars, and inspectors on the scene, so that they can look out for that car...be strong...we'll catch her."
He winks and then walks off to the stairs, probably heading for the basement.
Yeah...we'll catch her...
Now what?
We all just sit and stare at each other.
Feeling the pressure.
Anger.
And...sadness...
We're all a big wreck.
We're not in the mood to talk, or do anything.
So, everyone just snuggles up on something, and tries to take a nap.
I try to do the same.
Me and Sehun snuggle up together on the white leather couch we were sitting on, and try to get some rest.
He puts his head on my shoulder, and I lean mine on the wall behind us.
But, everytime I close my eyes, I think of three things :
1. Mr.Dong's bloody body
2. Kris, falling back and passing out
3. Those terrible words written in blood on the windshield
I keep on picturing those things again and again.
They're engraved in my brain...
Forever..
I don't know if I'm ever going to be able to sleep again, after today.
Probably not...

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I'm barely close to drifting off to sleep , when I hear some clattering, on the glass coffee tables that are infront of the leather couches, in the lounge.
I open one of my eyes, and lift up my head, to see a waitress, put down some rice-cakes on the table.
She's wearing a mask that covers half of her face.
She's also wearing a black beanie hat.
Why is she wearing it in the building though?
And...
Why does she seem familiar?
Does she always bring the snacks to the guests in the lounge?
I don't know...
Something about her...
Oh well.
I'll figure it out sooner or later.
"..umm..what are these?" I ask her, wondering who asked to bring us rice cakes.
"Oh...well, sir..." Her voice is small, and squeaky. Almost like she's trying too hard to sound cute.
I don't mind.
"You see...the chef said that they wanted to make you feel better some way, so he told us to make some of your favorite rice cakes, to cheer you up...enjoy."
She bows.
And without a second glance, walks away, back to the kitchen area.
Rice cakes, huh?
Kyungsoo loves rice cakes.
I should wake him up , so that he can try some.
It'll hopefully make him feel a little less upset.
I hope.
I pick Sehun's head off my shoulder, and carefully lay him on the couch.
I get up, and walk over to the couch where Kyungsoo was napping with Jongin, while keeping an eye on Kris.
I nudge his shoulder slightly.
He tiredly opens his eyes, and looks up at me kind of drunkenly.
I don't blame him.
He was the one who saw the horror first hand, and he was also the one who held the passed-out Kris.
Kyungsoo deserves this rest.
He's always running around helping us, and completely forgetting about himself sometimes...
He's an amazing boy.
And he so he deserves these rice cakes.
"Kyungsoo..." I softly whisper. " They brought us rice cakes...do you want some?"
The second I said 'rice cakes', he opens his eyes, and jolts straight up, startling Jongin, who was sleeping on Kyungsoo's side.
He gets up and asks,
"Where...? I could certainly use something sweet right about now..."
I point at the end of the glass table.
He gets up, and gives my arm a squeeze, before sitting in front of the plate.
There's green, pink, blue, purple, even black rice cakes.
He's probably wondering which one to choose.
While I sit next to Jongin, where Kyungsoo used to be, I can't help but worry...
About that waitress...
She just reminds me of something...
I'm close to it...
It's right on the tip of my tounge...
Wait...
That...

Driver...
Had the exact same mask...

But...
Can it be?
Oh no...
I instantly stand up and run directly to the kitchen area.
I look around for her.
I get on my tip-toes and scan the area.
She's nowhere.
Absolutely gone.
Like she never existed.
I ask around for her, but all the staff just looks at me like I took drugs or something.
They genuinely have no idea,what the hell I'm talking about...
Did she...
Sneak in to the kitchen area...?
No...
No..no...
What kind of job are the security people doing around here?
She actually snuck in...and...
And made rice cakes?
Why would she do that?
I walk aimlessly around the kitchen, trying to figure things out...
But then something catches my eye.
On the order wrack, one piece of paper is written with bright red ink.
My eye sticks on it.
And I'm happy it did.
Because the paper doesn't have an order on it...

But a message...
It says :

I hope you tried the rice cakes I made and brought to you personally.
But beware, the taste is a little...sharp.
ENJOY!!! xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Teeheehee XXXXX
I knew it...
It was her.
She made the rice cakes.
Which means...
I looked at our manager's killer right in the eyes...
And didn't realize anything...
I looked her right in the eyes...
And I let her go...
I cover my mouth with my hand.
I'm completely ashamed.
I can't believe she never left the building...
She was here all along...
We have to find her.
I take three deep breaths and find part of my confidence back.
I pocket the piece of paper, as evidence.

But then it slapped me right in the face.
The Danger.
What the hell did she mean by, 'sharp'?

How can a flavour be....sharp?
Oh no...
Oh god...
I think I get it...
I hope I'm wrong...
I sprint out the kitchen area, praying I'm not too late.
Please, oh please...
Don't let Kyungsoo eat the rice cakes....
Please...
I hope I get there in time...

I dart straight to the lounge.
But unfortunately...
I'm too late...

I find Kyungsoo sitting on the couch, with a medic next to him.
He's holding a barf bag in front of his mouth.
Everyone is standing around him, with terrified and anxious looks on their faces.
Only a single rice cake was bitten in half.
Thank god...

But...what did it have in it?
Poison?
A deadly spice?

What?
I run up to Jongin and ask,
"Hey! What happened??!" Almost out of breath.
He and everyone has tears in their eyes.
But they're not letting them fall.
"How...did she....? Satanic woman..." Jongin mumbles.
What?
I don't understand a thing...
What did she put in the rice cakes?
"Jongin...please...tell me....what was in the rice cakes?"
Instead of answering, he just slowly sits back down unto the couch, a covers his face with his hands, while leaning forward, in a defeated sort of fashion.
Whatever was in the cakes must've been pretty bad.
Poor Kyungsoo is actually...
Vomiting blood...
And he looks like he's in so much pain...
"I'll tell you what he ate..."
Detective Pak, comes up from behind me, and whispers into my left ear.
At first I thought he was just kidding, but his face, showed the complete opposite.
"Are you serious???" I ask with a pertyfied voice and face.
He nodded sadly.
"Dead serious. This girl, is pent up on hurting you. We have to get her...and now."
She...
She seriously...
She put...
No..
No,no,no...
No one could possibly be that cruel...
She....is trying to kill us.
I just stare at Kyungsoo with the same look as everyone now...
And then I finally notice the bloody needles that are on the floor...
A pile of them.
Those must've been the first that Kyungsoo managed to choke out of his throat...
But, needles...?
She's got one more screw loose than I thought...
We gotta capture her...

And fast...

Notes

Whew~ I hope they find her fast, how about you?
Thank you for reading~