PROLOGUE: Edge of Death
The Jewel That Can't be Stolen
The night has just fallen. It’s the middle of summer but the temperature keeps dropping indefinitely. Seungkwan is strolling on the quiet streets of Jeju-do. The cold breeze is biting on his skin, each step he takes echoes with the wind. He hugs himself, burying his hands inside the pockets of his coat in need of warmth. Suddenly, he stopped on his tracks. Blood. He sees trails of blood, the scene making his spine run cold. In impulse, he followed the dark red spots.
“Are you okay?” He breathes out, kneeling in front of the unmoving body facing the cold cement.
“Of course he’s not, Seungkwan.” He mutters to himself as he lightly slaps his freezing plump cheeks. In realization that this could be a crucial moment; he inched closer to the body to examine what happened. Seungkwan softly flipped the body to reveal numerous deep stabbed wounds scattered all over the man’s torso. He was shocked. Who would do something as brutal as this? The blood is now seeping through Seungkwan’s clothes as he involuntarily places the body on his lap. The cold wind passes through them, sweeping the injured boy's hair, giving Seungkwan a clear look on the victim’s face. There l
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