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During lunch break at school, Jiwoo had grabbed her food and moved to sit on one of the benches outside as it had been warm. Pulling her legs over the bench, she dropped her tray on the table and waited for the usual people to arrive. She did not have to wait long though, as Yoonseo, Seeun and Junhee arrived shortly after.

Light chatter ran along the group of four as they ate their food, attempting to ignore the way Somi would look over at Junhee and start loudly laughing as she attempted to catch his gaze. Her crush on the Class President was anything but discreet, everyone could see it from spending mere minutes around the girl.

Taking a bite of her sandwich, Jiwoo blanked the conversation occuring next to her as she found her eyes wandering. Landing on the bench in the far corner, she caught sight of a familiar group of boys. Kyungjun held a basketball, messing around with Seungbin as they attempted to get the ball from one another.

Laughing, the boy turned from his friend with the ball in his hand, pretending to shoot as the group fake cheered. When he turned back around, Kyungjun caught sight of the girl who had been momentarily looking over at his table. That smile remained tugged on his lips and she felt her cheeks flood with crimson from the sight, although she was unable to look away from the scene before her.

There was just something about him and she wished there was not.

Following where the girl's gaze had drifted to, her brother grimaced. It was not that he disapproved, he knew he had not say in who his sister decided to give her attention to, it was just, why him of all people? There had to have been something she saw in him that was not shown on the surface because as far as Junhee was aware, there was a lack of redeeming qualities about the boy.

Noticing that she was basically drooling, he nudged the girl. "I don't get what you see in that jerk." Junhee told her, grabbing a piece of her food when she was preoccupied.

Scowling, the girl slapped his shoulder while he grinned innocently, dropping the piece he had stolen into his mouth. "Don't take my food, you heathen," Jiwoo complained, ignoring his laughter, "and I don't see anything in him."

Chewing on the food, he gave her a look that told her he clearly did not believe her. Swallowing, he leaned towards the girl and hummed. "Whatever you say, Jiwoo."

Sometimes Jiwoo hated how he could see through her so easily, able to see when she was lying, even when she herself could not. She, however, always admired how accepting he was of her no matter what. Sure, he was protective of her, just because he cared, but he would never tell her who she could or could not like, even if he could not comprehend what someone like Jiwoo would ever see in a boy like Kyungjun.

He just accepted it because it was his sister and, somehow, the boy managed to make her happy.

Junhee prioritised the happiness of those around him, that is what made him happy and contempt in life, seeing others enjoying theirs.

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Opening her eyes, Jiwoo squinted slightly as her eyes adjusted to the new found light. She sat up straight and groaned from the odd pull in her back. She had spent the night sleeping with her back against the door, in a seated position, it had put a small strain on her back.

As she attempted to erase the discomfort in her back, the memories of the night prior flashed in her mind and she paused.

A tear rolled down her cheek as she recalled who had been executed, who had been voted out, falsely accused of being Mafia. She hugged her knees to her chest and restrained the urge to rush back to the pool, despite every part of her screaming not to. Jiwoo was unsure if she would even be able to handle seeing such a thing, it would make it all too real and she was not ready to accept that.

Burying her head in her thighs, she let out a muffled sob, thankful that there was nobody around to see her break. The girl cried until her throat felt like it was sandpaper, hoarse and sore. She knew that if someone were to see her, her eyes all bloodshot and red, they would be concerned with the girl.

Grimacing, she finally lifted her head upon hearing the siren sound over the speakers. She was not prepared to hear the recap or hear about how someone else had died throughout the night, she was sick of all the endless deaths.

"Before the last vote closed, the Doctor nominated whom to heal. The nominated player was Kim Junhee. Thanks to the Doctor's ability to heal, Kim Junhee has been brought back to life."

Jiwoo froze, certain that for a split second she had stopped breathing entirely. She waited a few seconds, for the announcer to reveal that this was not possible, but nothing came. Needing physical proof for her sake of mind, she pulled herself onto her feet and fumbled against the door knob as she thrust it open.

Entering the hallway, she ignored the questioning looks of other students and ran in the direction of the pool, her fingernail scratching anxiously at the skin around her nail. She did not want to get her hopes up, it was ridiculous after all, how could somebody be brought back to life after they had died?

The girl knew that having too much hope would only lead to dissapointment but she did not care, she had to have hope because without it, she had nothing left.

Rushing into the pool, she paused by the doorway, glancing into the pool to find it completely empty. Turning her head, she found Yoonseo laid against the wall, a body in her embrace. Jiwoo paused as she caught his gaze over the girl's shoulder, feeling herself unable to support her weight as she realised it had been true, he really was there.

Noticing the girl's arrival, Yoonseo pulled away from Junhee and pulled herself to her feet, glancing between the siblings. As she took a step back, Jiwoo took a step towards her brother and threw her arms around him, dropping to the floor beside him as she held him close. He returned the embrace, closing his eyes as he relaxed in her hold.

It felt like there was an electric bolt that was repiecing the fragments of the girl back together, shocking each part into place. He was the bolt that wound around her, her other half, her best friend. When they were younger they used to joke that they would always be each others number one, no matter what, and years later, what was meant to be a joke, had stuck, they were each others number one — the anchor tethering the other to the shore, the sellotape that held together a torn photograph.

As if unable to comprehend what she saw, Jiwoo found herself mumbling incoherent comments, although Junhee was just thankful to hear her voice. Even when she consistently asked him if he was okay, he did not care, he was just thankful that he was alive, he was breathing.

"You're never allowed to do that again, you hear me." Jiwoo mumbled harshly into his shoulder, holding him tighter. "Don't go sacrificing yourself, I can't go through that again, Junhee. I just can't lose you again."

Junhee pulled away from the hug and looked at his sister with a smile. "I don't plan on leaving anytime soon." He told her, squeezing her hand as she wiped away the fallen tears.

Just as she went to speak again, she heard the familiar siren sound as the voice came present over the speakers, "During the night, Shin Seungbin was executed by the Mafia. Shin Seungbin was a Citizen. Morning has come. Identify the Mafia and begin to vote."

A guttural scream shortly followed and they shared a wide eyed look. Not allowing a moments hesitation, they were on their feet, Yoonseo and Jiwoo assisting Junhee as he pulled himself off the floor. Leaving the pool, they entered the corridors and begun their attempt to discover what had caused such a reaction.

Following the sound of the scream, they noticed a group of students had crowded around the open door of one of the rooms, horrified expressions on their faces as they stared at what laid inside the room.

Stepping closer, Jiwoo pressed her hand to her mouth as she found herself face to face with the corpse of Seungbin. The boy was bloodied, even his shirt was soaked in that familiar crimson, someone had clearly had a personal grudge against the boy, this was no accident.

Jiwoo felt nausea pool in her stomach as she glanced at the students, wondering who could do such a thing to another human being.

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