6.

“Good afternoon, Miss Park. What is it that you want to ask me today?” Kyungsoo cooed, a grin plastered on his face like always.

“You know it rather well Kyungsoo-ssi, but this time I’m not going to settle with, ‘I don’t have much of a story to tell’, is it too much for me to expect?” Eun-ah replied to the young raven, as she took out her notebook. Kyungsoo was cryptic, but he was also very much sly. He never disclosed anything of importance and continued to take her in circles. But this time, Eun-ah had enough.

“But it is quite true, there was nothing significant about my childhood that I feel you ought to know. It was normal for the most part.”

Very normal was an obvious lie; if his childhood had nothing significant to it there would be no reason for him to go on a rampage all these years later.

“Is there any incident you remember vividly?” at this point any piece of information, how much ever irrelevant could please the young Park. 

‘She’s persistent,’ Kyungsoo sighed as he thought of something small he could risk telling her.

“My grandfather was a wonderful man, but he had a temper.  He taught me how to behave, it was fine as long as I obeyed, but if I ever failed I would get his beatings.” The boy spoke, crossing his arms as his handcuffs made a bit of noise. “I would count once….twice, thrice, till he was done.” He said, feeling satisfied with what he had answered.

Eun-ah let out a sigh, “You don’t ha