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(Kyungsoo's P.O.V.)

My mouth is numb.
It feels as if it's been stabbed with lots of tiny little swords.
My throat is full of scars and scratches.
I'm swallowing blood half the time, now.
Because of that girl...
She made me go through one the most terrifying experiences, that I've ever been through in my entire life...
And one of the most painful ones too...
Swallowing needles...
Is not a laughing matter...
The medic told me that I was lucky my throat didn't get torn straight to the bottom, because of the needles...
If it did, I wouldn't be able to swallow, talk, or even breath...
My neck would essentially not work anymore...
I would slowly, slowly....start to die...
Why...?
She's made me feel alarmed and sick,everytime I see my once favorite snack now...
Are you happy now?
How many lives are you gonna put at risk, before you are?
How many of my friends are you going to demolish, before your insanity is quenched?
Everyone?
Are you going to destroy every single one of us?
Lunatic...

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The police have gone on their investigation, trying to figure out who was the last kitchen staff member who worked there yesterday.
They dashed straight to the kitchen, and found the Head Chef.
He said that the last staff he hired, was this girl that was an apprentice.
She was training to be a chef.
But...he hasn't seen her since the day she tried making rice cakes for us.
No one really remembered her though...
She was very quiet, and self-reserved.
She always wore a mask, and didn't really talk a lot.
Most of the staff don't even know what her real face even partially looked like...
She always had it hidden.
Under a hat...
Under a mask...
Under...something...anything...
The Head Chef said that she started training a month ago...
A month ago, huh...?
That would have given her enough time to plan everything out.
The murder...
The needles...
And who knows what else...
He gave Detective Kyojin Pak her name and details.
He immediately called the HQ and told them to search for her on the police data-bases.
But, nothing came up.
That person didn't exist...
She was using an alias.
Well, duh, she'd be using an alias.
She knew what she was gonna do, would get her in some serious mess of blood and violence...
So...we have absolutely no idea what she looks like, where she is.....or who she could possibly be.
The only clue we have is that pink car.
We need to find that car....
The detective suggested to get some rest...
So we all hesitantly went upstairs, and tried so hard to get some kind of a form of rest.
It was really hard though, after what we went through, these last...2 days.
Wow...these have been some of the most hardest days, we've ever went through together...
But, we try to dose of, anyway.
Because, if we keep this up, we'll pass out from exhaustion.

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I wake up.
But something is wierd...
I don't know if my eyes are open or closed...
I can't really move either...
My hands are being held together by something, scratchy and painful.
My legs too...
And my lips...
Something rough is pushing against them...
My mouth hurts everytime I try to move it, to talk.

I feel a presence close to me...
It leans next to my ear.
And whispers something, with one of the most calmest, yet, insane voices ever.

"...Kyungsoo..."

I stiffen at the voice.
It's a girl...

Oh...my...god...

Is it...

Her?

My heart slightly stopped beating, as I daren't breath...

She giggles, as she sees my muscles tense up.


"...you look so cute...when you're tied up..."


Tied up?


"And not just you....but all of you..."


She starts to chuckle.
And then suddenly stops.
I hear the sickening sound of a glass crashing to the floor.
And then, silence...
Did she...

Leave?
From the window?
And what does she mean by...all of you?
Did she...tie everyone up?

Lunatic....
She's just a plain...Lunatic...
I hear muffled screams and words from the sides of me.
The guys...
They really are tied up...

And gagged...like me...
I start thrashing around the place, trying to free my hands from the ropes...
It's no use.
The more I move, the more my skin gets grated against the harse rope.
I can feel it...
Burning through my skin...
Creating scars and burn marks.
But, I have to get free....
I have to help my buddies.
My bros.
My friends...
We're in this together.
I scream with all my might.
But, all that's heard, is a suppressed whimper.
But...I have to get us free.
I scream again.
Everyone else gets the message as well.
They all start to muffle some screams, to get someone's, anyone's attention.
I hear the door slam open.
Finally.
Someone heard us.
I breath a sigh of relief.
Barely.
Because with this thing wrapped around my mouth, I can barely breathe.
"Oh my god. Boys!!! Boys, are you ok? How the hell, did she get into their dorm? Medic!!! Get me the medic!!! MEDIC!!!"
Kyojin Pak, quickly, falls to the side, and tries to untie me.
He gets the blind-fold off my eyes.
I can finally see again.
But...I'm not so happy with what I see.
All my friends were tied up in a line, against the wall.
Hands above their heads, gagged, and blindfolded.
With the same rough rope as me.
Their feet were tied with our bed sheets.
I'm shaking, as I collapse into Mr.Pak's arms.
I never went though something more terrifying in my life.

Talking with a killer.

"...s-she was here...she talked to me...then she....j-jumped out the window..." I stutter. Trembling from shock and fear.
"What...? She was here? How long ago?!" He looks me in the eyes, with the same scared and shocked expression, as everyone else.
I hold up my hand, with 2 fingers up, to show him two minutes.
I was too stunned to talk, anymore.
"2 minutes...? Ok...out the window?" He carefully asks.
I weakly nod.
He runs to the broken window, and frantically looks out.
"....DAMMIT!!! Get me the Officials!!!" He runs back, and screams at a random police officer.
He then scoots down, and gives me a hug.
While he's hugging me, he whispers,
"Don't worry...we'll find her....I swear by it. But for now, we should get you guys out of here. She's dangerous, she knows how to get in here...you are not safe, at all, here, in this dorm."
I hold onto his shirt, and cry, bitterly.
He's right.
We have to get out of here...

Now.

Notes

We all have to face the truth sometimes. Sasaengs are seriously dangerous, sad people who really need help. That's all from me. Till the next time~ Annyeong.