"Hyung, where are you?" I called out. "Come find me!" came a muffled shout from a distance away. Little Jungkook ran towards the source of the sound and called out again. "Hyung!"

Suddenly, he saw his hyung. He ran towards him, only to see his hyung lifeless on the swing with a rope wound around his neck. He stood frozen, and all around him, mirrors shattered. An illusion?

He felt a prick on his neck. His sight became blurry, and the words he heard before blacking out was "This is a fine specimen. I would be pleased to have you, Jeon Jungkook."

I’m sorry, my little Jungkook.