🍀🍀🗝️🗝️THE ARCHITECT OF SILENCE🍀🍀🗝️🗝️
*CHAPTER 7*
*AFTER SCHOOL*
My phone beeped.
Message:
Witness Mi Jin Ah, you are summoned to the investigation on 13/02/24.
Crazy.
I had told them everything.
What more did they want?
I walked home.
The streetlights were already on.
Then—
That feeling.
That suffocating feeling of being watched.
I stopped.
Looked around.
No one.
I brushed it off.
But still—
I had already figured it out.
Someone was following me.
***
*FRIDAY*
I sat face to face with the detective.
Detective Song cleared his throat.
"Miss Mi Jin—"
"What else do you want me to tell you?" I cut him off.
He stood abruptly.
"That is exactly why I summoned you. Mrs. Park has been released."
I blinked.
Released?
"They presented medical records. Multiple personality disorder. I was ordered to leave the case immediately."
I chuckled.
Multiple personality.
Wow.
"So what?" I said flatly. "Who cares?"
He leaned closer.
"I want to reopen the case. This time she won't win. Do you have anything? Evidence? Something that proves her involvement in the murder… or in attempting to kill you?"
I don't remember how he managed to convince me.
Manipulate me.
Fool me.
But I gave him everything.
The pictures.
The bag.
The tools she used.
Everything.
And then—
Her case was officially closed.
***
I opened my eyes.
Class hadn't started yet.
The door opened.
Park Jae In walked in.
The entire class applauded.
I chuckled.
"Congratulations on proving your innocence!" one girl shouted.
"I knew someone framed you! But still, you really put them back in their place!"
Laughter filled the room.
Ridiculous.
I stood up.
I needed air.
Then—
All the phones beeped at once.
The sound echoed like a warning alarm.
I froze.
Slowly, students began looking at me.
Like I was already guilty.
I opened my phone.
> PARK JAE IN:
> Everyone deserves to know who Mi Jin really is.
> Mi Jin is a psychopath. She manipulates people. She even tried to sue me.
> But guess what? The story isn't over.
> Do you know her mother? Guess who she is?
*STAY UPDATED FOR MORE INFORMATION ABOUT THE PSYCHOPATH OF SEOUL HIGH SCHOOL.*
Wow.
I slowly turned to her.
There was no need to act rashly.
Everyone stared.
Whispers.
Pointing fingers.
Judging eyes.
I smiled.
And then—
I started clapping.
The murmurs grew louder.
Shock.
Confusion.
Fear.
The only calm person in the room—
Park Jae In.
She looked normal.
Perfect.
Untouched.
But—
I saw it.
A flicker.
A crack.
Fear.
In her eyes.
Stupid.
Silence is louder than noise.
Mrs. Gong, our literature teacher, entered.
"Mi Jin, take your seat. Lessons have started."
I looked at her.
Cold.
Then smiled—
Just enough.
Enough to make her uneasy.
Then—
I walked out.
🍀🍀🗝️🗝️END OF CHAPTER 7🍀🍀🗝️🗝️