“There’s no other cases that seem similar in any way. However, there are a few missing people and so maybe he buried those victims,” PO said.

A young girl, dressed in typical uniform, was crying, sniffling while trying to hold her hands up as she kneeled on the hard floor. She was in pain everywhere but she couldn’t pin point what caused it. She desperately wanted to plead with the man to let her go but felt dry. A loud cry suddenly flew from her lips and she looked up at the man to see his reaction.

He held a finger to his lips, telling her to keep quiet. It appeared as if he was debating with himself or waiting for something. She thought she should chance it, “Pl….please… please… let me go…. I won’t tell anyone… please.” He didn’t seem to have noticed that she had said anything.

Feeling braver because the man hadn’t punished her, she decided to try again this time louder, “I just want to go home. I still live with my parents. I’m in my last year of school. I – ” He cut her off with a sharp, “Stop talking.” The stillness from before returned.

A soft noise penetrated the quiet and it grew louder and louder. The man grabbed her by the neck, slammed her head against the wall, a sickening crack sounded. He brought his other hand with the gun forwards, pointed it at her heart then fired and shoved it into and fired again.

“There’s a fifth victim that was just found. Died overnight,” a grim-looking older investigator said.

Myungsoo walked around the body, analysing and taking in all the details. “She’s so young. Her knees look dirty like she was kneeling on the floor.”

“Has anyone found the signature of the killer?” Jonghyun asked.

No one answered.

I walked around and searched for any signs of blood. I looked through each row of books until I got to the Philosophy section. There was something eerie in the air. It felt cold the further I went back. And finally, there it was, just when I started to think perhaps we were wrong. “Is the victim’s name Baek Hyunjung?”

A voice answered, “Yes. Did you find it?”

“It’s here,” I replied whilst sticking my head out of the isle I was in. I took photos and took the appropriate evidence. I looked around, I wonder why he chose this aisle I mean it’s further back. What if someone had seen something or felt something was strange then decided to call it in or investigate on their own? Wouldn’t this have been too much of a risk?