"Maybe you should get some rest," Chanyeol finally suggested around 4AM. 

I'd been sitting at the kitchen table ever since Sehun had stormed out and left. He hadn't been back and I hadn't moved. I'd been silently turning that single bullet over in my hands for hours.

"I think you need to get some sleep." Chanyeol eased me out of the chair. He wasn't wrong. I felt like falling face first into the table but I couldn't bring myself to move. 

So I allowed him to walk me to the bedroom and he made sure I was in bed before he left, closing the door behind him. 

My dreams flashed between images of Uncle Rin collapsing, dead, on the floor. Of Sehun laughing at his lifeless body and threatening me. I was crying and begging him to stop, let me live, but he only laughed and pointed the gun at me.

I sat bolt upright when the trigger was pulled. 

Sunlight streamed in through the windows. The clock on the bedside table said it was nearly 4PM. I yawned, sliding off the bed and going to the bathroom. Although it seemed pointless, I showered and put on some of the clothes from the boxes. I combed my hair. It felt incredibly nice to be clean and fresh, even if it did nothing to fix my situation. 

When my growling stomach finally got the best of me, I put on some socks and left the bedroom. 

The living area was empty of Jongin, who I'd expected to be snoozing on the couch. He wasn't, though. No one was there. 

I quietly grabbed something from the fridge and stuck it in the microwave, trying to hurry before anyone came back. Looking away from the ticking timer for a second, I glanced around and paused.

There was a briefcase on the table. A yellow envelope sat on top. I slowly went over and inspected it. There were no locks or any indication of what was inside either item. I picked up the envelope first.

The few documents inside tumbled onto the table and I started at the travel and citizen IDs with my face on them. I snatched the passport up and read the name. Im Sora was the name bu