“Park Chanyeol. 28. Busan, South Korea. Six-foot tall, well-built. Owns a restaurant, inherited from his parents, and a music instructor in a college in his town.”

Sehun started the interrogating by telling the victim’s profile. Of course, I already knew these informations. He was my victim. It is essential for me to know everything about my victims. Yes, victims. With an ‘s’.

“I know, Sehun. I do not kill without any information about my subjects.” I paused and I saw him look at me with pleading eyes. As if begging for me to stop admitting from the crime I did. He looked at the camera rolling, video taping everything in this room. Of course, I know how interrogation works. And I do not feel afraid if they put me in jail right here, right now. I don’t have any reason to lurk outside anymore.

“Now, ask me actual questions, Sheriff. Ask me how I killed Park Chanyeol."