Behind the curtains was something glued to the wall. He had a look at it and froze.

It was a photo.

A photo of Sora.

He heard Sungyeol's footsteps approaching and quickly ripped the photo off the wall and put it in his pocket.

>>Nothing here either, right?<<, Sungyeol asked.

>>No, seems like he moved out.<< L.Joe turned around to him and they went back to the living room when suddenly a woman stood in the door frame. >>Excuse me, what are you doing here?<<, she asked.

>>We. . .we. . .wanted to check up on our friend Kim Myungsoo. He lived here<<, Sungyeol said, slightly shocked that a woman appeared suddenly.

>>Kim Myungsoo is your friend? Then why didn't he tell you that he moved out a month ago?<<

>>That's what we were wondering about too<<, L.Joe said.

>>How did you guys come in here?<<

>>Myungsoo gave me these keys, guess I forgot to give them back.<<

>>Well, then give me them now. I'm the landlord.<<

>>If you are the landlord, then you should know where he moved too, right?<<, L.Joe asked.

>>I asked him several times, but he didn't reply. I have no idea where he moved to.<<

>>Okay.<<

>>Thank you. Goodbye.<<

They quickly bowed and then left.

>>I'm curious of where L moved to<<, Sungyeol said as they were walking home.

>>Yeah me too<<, L.Joe muttered and squished the photo in his pocket.

L.Joe closed the door behind him and was greeted by his father promptly. >>Are you hungry?<<, he asked.

L.Joe shook his head. >>I already ate.<<

>>Is there something you want to talk about?<<

>>Do you think there is?<<

>>Well. . .you seem a bit depressed lately. . .<<

>>I'm fine. It's just that the SAT's are stressing and everything. . .<<, L.Joe mumbled and went into his room.

He got out the photo of Sora. And stared at it for a while.

, L. Why must it be you? Why must you be the one doing this?

L.Joe thought about everything he had noticed since he met her. So L was the guy who followed her sometimes? He was the guy I saw following her? He was her stalker? And now. . . he kidnapped her?

It's my fault that she's not here now. . .I should have protected her. . .I should have done something when I noticed that she got followed around. . . And because I haven't done anything, she's now with that bastard and not with me.

What should I do now? Go straight to the police and tell them that it's L? Should I go to her father first? Tell Chaejin? How should we find him?

Then, suddenly an idea popped into his mind. He quickly looked for his phone and dialed a number. >>Yoboseyo?<<

>>Hyung!<<

>>Byunghun-ah. What's up?<<

>>Hyung, you work at the police station, don't you?<<

>>What kind of question is this? You know that I do.<<

>>I need your help! REALLY!<<

>>Okay, tell me.<<

>>I want you to help out with the case >Kim Sora<. She got kidnapped. . .<<

>>I heard of that and I'm already helping with that case.<<

>>What? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?<<

>>Ya! Calm down. . . what's with that girl? Why do you need my help?<<

>>She's. . .she's. . .I know her. . .and. . .<<

>>Is my little brother in love?<<

L.Joe blushed. >>Hyung! Just listen!<<

>>Okay, okay.<<

>>I want you  to look at all the houses that were bought recently, or someone moved in. A month ago, actually. Best would be outside of Seoul. . . it might be that Sora's kidnapper took her to a house. . .and when the police has possible houses, tell me the addresses, okay?<<

>>What? Why should I do that?<<

>>Hyung, please~. I can help! Please! Do it for you brother, who you love. . .<<

>>Okay. . .I'll tell the others. But if we do find her, promise me to marry her, okay?<<

>>Yes. . .wait? Huh?<<

>>I mean, you want to go to the kidnappers house to rescue her, huh? It's pretty dangerous. Also, if the police finds out that I gave you the addresses, I lose my job. I'm doing this for you and and the girl. As a compensation I want you to marry her.<<

>>Stop joking around! This is damn serious.<<

>>Okay, okay. So it might take some days for the police to find out, but I'll text you the addresses, okay?<<

>>Thank you, hyung.<< L.Joe hung up and laid down back on his bed. He looked once again at the photo in his hands.

I hope that will help to find you . . .