Unfortunate and Woe (1)

Warning! This chapter has adult-restricted contents such as the use of vulgar languages, violence, intercourse, and might even show the portrayal of harmful activities. Continue at your own risk.

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A black gate, which reminded Young Mirae of the moments she tried to jump over it when she was little, was still standing there.

She recalled the house gave off a homey feeling, but now it seemed like the house was omitting a confining aura all over it. The agony was shouting as though it was not the house Young Mirae once had in her childhood memory.

'What happened here?' was the question in her mind. Young Mirae knew the answer, yet she pushed it in the back of her head and disregard it ever existed there.

Bullet holes. There were hundreds of bullet holes in the glass windows, walls, and doors. The shells were all over the place.

It made Young Mirae wonder. 

Why would the people behind this shower the house with bullets? Did they hate Young Mirae's mafia family this much to waste hundreds of shells? 

Young Mirae sniffed her snot. She snuffled her emotions and swallowed the questions that were aching to come out from her lips.

Would her family's mansion look the same as how the underboss' house gave a grim feeling; like a mansion that was in a state of mess, chaos, and depression?

"I don't smell any gunpowder." Young Mirae snapped away from her thoughts as she heard Nam Hana talk.

"...Yeah," Young Mirae second.

"You're right, Hana. It could have taken place yesterday, or later," third Nam Hiah.

"Maybe — if my guess is correct — three days ago, sis?"

"Possibly."

Young Mirae followed the Nam siblings silently. She looked straight on their backs, not wanting to survey the damages created inside the house. 

Young Mirae was inwardly praying that the underboss was still alive — that he delayed his return to Korea.

'I mean, he could have escaped, too?' She clung to the thought.

"Let's split up and see the amount of the jobs we are going to do," Nam Hiah suggested, "After we survey the place, let's meet up with everyone in this kitchen."

They settled to split up in directions. Nam Hana went to see the north to the east part of the house, Young Mirae would go from east to south, while the left directions were claimed by Nam Hiah.

Fortunately for Young Mirae, she had to see the south rooms. After all, the room of her mafia family's underboss and his wife was there.

Following their split, as the two were nowhere in her sight, Young Mirae ran toward the south rooms. Her eyes and the corner of her lips shifted to a frown. 

"Hah, hah." 

Anxious, more like scared. After running for barely a minute, her breath seemed to be ragged already. She could not care less about checking from the east as she could do it after examining the underboss' room. 

It was unordinary. Young Mirae could run an hour or more and barely sweat. She was not bragging, that was the truth. At least.

Her heartbeat was faster than the wind. Young Mirae placed a hand on her chest. She clenched her uniform from the overwhelming anxiety rushing in.

Just when she was about to meet a member of her mafia family. A hope that sparked oddly, as though a twinkle of light in the space died in a second.

"M-Mistress," she wept upon seeing the dead woman on the floor before the entrance of the master's bedroom.

"A-Ah, Mistress Gi." The woman who Young Mirae treated as her second mother was lying lifeless.

"Underboss, where is the Underboss—" Young Mirae paused and surveyed the south area of the house. "He, he's nowhere to be found."

Was this another sparkle of hope? Did the underboss escape from the enemies?

"He, he must be alive." After examining that the underboss' body was missing, Young Mirae held tightly to the chance.

…

An hour and a quarter. It was almost two hours. The time passed and Young Mirae could pull herself together. She forced herself to look fine after witnessing her second mother's corpse.

Young Mirae walked back to the kitchen after grabbing sunglasses. 'I don't want them to see my bloodshot eyes. It looks like it's fucking bleeding from its redness. It will be obvious to them I cried. And besides, these sunglasses actually looked cute on me.'

"Hey, Sunhi!" Nam Hana yelled at the other side of the room. "What took so long!"

"Um, I was looking for these sunglasses?" 

"Wha, Baek Sunhi, what did you say? For some shitty glasses you took three hours examining the rooms?" questioned Nam Hana.

"Hey, it was only two. And this looked cute on me, you know."

"Argh, this woman." Nam Hana brought a hand on his nape before proceeding, "So, what did you see? How awful are the rooms? Are there any bodies?"

"Not that awful. It has low numbers of shots in the south, unlike the rooms from the east area. You've checked them too, right?" Young Mirae crossed her arms while reciting, "I think it happened quietly in the master's bedroom. Like the party excluded that area, or something."

"Really?" Nam Hiah entered, "The rooms I checked are all in a mess. Papers, clothes, shells, you call it. Simply, everything is on the floor."

"Do you have an idea what happened—"

"I don't, Sunhi. We're not investigators or FBI agents, but cleaners," Nam Hiah answered immediately. Not waiting for Young Mirae to finish her question.

"Okay, I get it, Hiah. Damn, you're really grumpy today."

"Yeah, sis is on her period," Nam Hana butted in.

"I am not." Nam Hiah shifted and walked toward the exit, "Let's grab everything we need and finish our job quickly."

Young Mirae shared gazes with Nam Hana before he whispered, "That's because you took a long time inspecting the rooms, and then you came back wearing that annoying-looking sunglasses."

"You think so?"

"No, that's the truth," Nam Hana whispered back to Young Mirae.

"You think so?"

"No, that's the truth," Nam Hana whispered back to Young Mirae. "She's normally scarier than that. I'm speaking based on my 'experiences'."

"Experiences? That's a lot."

"I know," Nam Hana agreed as he shook his head.

"You two! What are you still doing there!" Nam Hiah yelled at them.