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Wandering along the hallways, Jiwoo had ran into her brother and Somi, the two searching for Wooram. She had frozen, recalling the events prior and felt herself overwhelmed by the urge to run away.

Upon noticing his sister, who had quickly turned and walked the opposite way, Junhee proposed that they split up to attempt to find the boy faster.

Nodding, Somi smiled and turned to walk in the direction they had been previously walking down while Junhee retraced Jiwoo's steps.

Quickly, he managed to fall into step with the girl and she knew it was no use, she could not avoid him or his questioning look. He reached out and made the girl pause as he grabbed her hand. Jiwoo hated this, hated his disappointed look as he frowned at her, it was not anger and that is what made it worse.

Junhee did not even need to say anything before Jiwoo opened her mouth and begun rambling, desperately trying to defend herself. "I know you're annoyed, I said I would vote for whoever you voted for but you need to understand that you guys are wrong. I checked Kyungjun's identity, he is not Mafia, you have to believe me."

"I'm not annoyed." Junhee replied calmly and the girl pause, looking over to him questioningly.

"You're not?" Jiwoo hesitantly questioned, her brows furrowing as he smiled softly at her.

With a shake of his head, she felt her stress disperse instantly. "So," he began slowly, "you're Police?"

The girl nodded her head and watched as he opened and closed his mouth, as if wanting to ask her a question but quickly changing his mind. "Please don't tell anyone." Jiwoo mumbled as she turned and the two begun to walk again.

"I won't." Junhee reassured her and she nodded once again. "Did you see Wooram's identity, is he Mafia?"

At his question, Jiwoo felt heat rush to her cheeks, suddenly recalling who she had checked, she did not want to explain her reasonings to her brother. "No," she cleared her throat, glancing forwards, "I can only check one person."

Junhee nodded and despite having more questions on the tip of his tongue, he shifted the conversation to the missing Wooram, asking if she would help him search. So, with a nod of her head, the two begun to look along the second floor.

Opening every door they passed, they tried to locate Wooram but it was to no avail, it was like the boy dropped off the face of the earth.

On their search, they were joined by Yoonseo, the girl claiming to have seen no sign of him since earlier, which made the two stress even more. Jiwoo had begun to wonder just how many rooms there was in the Youth Centre.

When they had arrived back at the lobby, they noticed Somi walking down the stairs towards them, the girl alone. She explained that she had seen no sign of the boy, which left them without any options as to where he would be.

However, before they could move again, feedback came from the speakers and Jiwoo cringed at the noise, it was alike nails going down the chalkboard.

"I'm Park Wooram, I'm the Mafia. I killed Lee Juyoung."

As the tearful voice of Wooram surrounded them, the four students shared a look and mutually agreed that they needed to go to the studio. His voice continued as they blindly stumbled through the seemingly endless hallways, searching desperately for the room they knew was closeby.

"I wasn't planning to do that at first, but I got upset because he humiliated me, he always belittled me, I wanted to kill him."

Finally arriving to the room, Junhee begun to call out the boy's name desperately as he beat his fists against the door. While he attempted to open the door, Jiwoo scanned her surroundings for something to unlock the door. She turned around, noticing that Junhee had opted for kicking against the wooden door, hoping to break through the hinges.

"Guys I'm in here." Wooram's desperate voice called out, confirming that it had been him to speak, not an audio recording.

Rushing around the corner, Jiwoo stumbled into a utility room, noticing various appliances hung on the wall. She heard footsteps and turned to see that Yoonseo had joined her, the two glancing at the different options. Raising her hand, the girl pointed towards the right hand side where an axe was hung on the wall.

Racing towards it, Jiwoo pulled it off and nodded at her friend, turning back to open the door. When they arrived to the studio, Junhee backed away and allowed his sister use the weapon to dislodge the doorknob. It had been oddly thereaputic, every time she brought the axe down onto the handle, she felt her anger momentarily pause and it was as if she could feel it literally leaving her body.

Finally, the doorknob clattered to the floor and the door propped open slightly, revealing the room to the group. Junhee approached his sister and gently took the axe from her hands and took a cautious step towards the room, pulling open the door.

When he opened the door, the group of four saw the other group that had been locked in the studio, but that was all irrelevant for a second when they saw the state that Wooram was in.

He was tied to a chair and had a cut along his eye, fresh blood pooling down his face. There was a rip in his trousers from where he appeared to have been stabbed in his thigh and his lip was bust. It looked like he had been put through torture in that room and Jiwoo's eyes raised to meet the perpetrator's.

Junhee's eyes widened as he glanced from Kyungjun's irritated form to the rest of his friends, noticing they showed no signs of remorse. "You crazy jerks!" He exclaimed, shaking his head as he looked between the three. His hands raised and tightened on the axe, raising it slightly, resulting in the offenders flinching backwards. "You're crazy, you're lunatics."

Breaking the eye contact Jiwoo had held with Kyungjun, she scowled and moved to Wooram's side, crouching beside the boy as she attempted to get the tape off his body. He might have been the Mafia, she had voted him after all, but this was inhumane. His white shirt was drenched in his own blood and he looked deathly pale, this was not right.

Joining her side, Yoonseo and Somi helped her as they managed to get the binds off the boy, who grunted in agony every so often. Helping him stand up, Yoonseo and Somi took an arm each in support, while Jiwoo held out her arms incase he collapsed and fell forwards.

While the two assisted him out of the room, Kyungjun ran a hand through his hair. "Who's really crazy here? He's the Mafia, he killed Lee Juyoung." He announced irritably and Jiwoo's cold gaze snapped onto his.

"Did he? Or did you put that idea into his head when you fucking tortured him?" Jiwoo retorted snidely, her sudden hostility catching him off guard.

Taking a step closer, Kyungjun looked between the siblings. "Come to your senses, idiot." He replied but took a step back when Junhee adjusted the axe in his hand.

Buzzing of a familiar notification made Jiwoo hold back whatever insult had been on the tip of her tongue. Reaching for her phone, she read the message and frowned, raising her head to see that Kyungjun had begun to laugh. He held out his phone victoriously for the two to read as he smirked.

Park Jisoo voted for Park Wooram. Cha Yujun voted for Park Wooram.

"It's over now." Kyungjun commented, jumping slightly as Jiwoo raised her hand and smashed his phone out of his hand, the device clattering to the floor.

With one last glare directed at the boy, she spun on her heel and walked into the hallway. She found most of the other students had gathered outside, Wooram on the floor, looking up at them through his hooded eyes. There was a shift in his eyes, they were cold and distant as he frowned.

Jiwoo paused in the doorway, feeling like she had interrupted something, as if she missed context to what had made everyone freeze.

Pulling himself off the ground, he raced back towards the studio, roughly pushing the girl into the door frame beside her as he attempted to find his target. Jiwoo groaned as she felt her back harshly dig into the wood, waving Yoonseo off when she asked if she was okay. Instead, her eyes were focused on the scene before them.

Wrestling with Junhee, he pulled the axe from his grip and swung it madly, it was like he was a total different person now. Wooram raised it and directed a hit at Kyungjun, the boy moving out of the blade's way before it could hit him. Once again, he aimed a hit and narrowly missed, instead crashing into the table beside him.

Rising onto his feet, Kyungjun rushed past the crowd at the door and raced into the hallway, Wooram on his trail. Weakly following, Jiwoo hovered by the doorway as she saw Kyungjun push his body backwards, in a backwards crawl motion as Wooram promised his death. The boy was cornered, his back hitting the wall behind him as the bloodied boy crept closer and closer.

Eyes widening, Jiwoo pushed her body from the doorway and moved towards Wooram, the ruthless boy raising the axe above his head, ready to lodge it into Kyungjun. Instead, he froze and they heard that familiarly cheerful voice across the speakers.

"Voting is over."

Stumbling slightly, Wooram hesitated, as if his body had suddenly become paralysed. Jiwoo watched uncertainly, as she took a cautious step forwards, she was unsure what she was doing but her body moved before her mind could comprehend the actions.

"Park Wooram with the most votes will be executed."

The axe fell from the position it had held in the air as Wooram stumbled slightly. He turned his body around, looking directly at Jiwoo as he paused. Raising the axe once again, he lodged it into his temple and the girl let out a piercing scream as the blood ricocheted off the blade and onto her body.

Screams came from behind her but she felt herself almost drifting away as she gaped at the boy, her breathing gradually becoming erratic. Wooram collapsed to his knees, seconds later to the floor as he laid motionless. Blood oozed from the wound and Jiwoo could not even force her body to step backwards when the liquid came in contact with her shoes.

Wooram was dead.

She wore his blood.

His blood was on her.

As Jiwoo's breathing increased, the familiar siren sounded from the speakers.

"Park Wooram was the Mafia."

A bitter chuckle snapped her into focus, her eyes meeting Kyungjun's from where he rest against the wall. When he pulled himself onto his feet, he took a step towards the girl and she wondered if it was possible for her heartbeat to get any faster. "See? I told you." Kyungjun told the group but she could not help but feel his words were directed at her.

With nothing else to say, the boy was walking down the hallway, leaving the others to gape in horror at the dead body before them. It took a second for their minds to move into action before they were following his actions, rushing for a place to hide so that the Mafia could not find them.

Once everyone hurriedly separated, Junhee was at his sister's side, encouraging her to walk as she numbly stared at the wall. She felt paralysed and nauseous from the feeling of blood on her and she kept mumbling how she needed to wash it off, she had to get that substance off her body.

Junhee frowned and pushed Somi's hands away as she begged him to leave with her. Instead, he promised they would do it in the morning, but they needed to go.

With great effort, they (being Yoonseo and Jungwon) got Jiwoo moving and forced her to down the hallway.

Upon locating a room, they closed the door and the girl threw herself to the floor, unable to comprehend the scene around them.

That familiar school bell sounded and she felt her eyes become heavy, a single tear rolling down her cheek before her eyes shut.

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