Epilogue

The next day, Jun Ho, Jasper, Taehyun, and Kyung Ho made their way to the crematorium, a solemn and quiet place, its cold atmosphere mirroring their thoughts. They walked in silence, each one carrying their own weight of grief and memories. The crematorium, with its sterile, clinical feel, offered no comfort, only the finality of loss. Their steps echoed in the empty hall, and they found themselves standing in front of the incinerators, unsure of what to do or say next. The air was thick with unspoken words, each of them lost in their own thoughts, reflecting on the horror of the past few days.

Meanwhile, the police had arrived at the crime scene, investigating the remnants of the deadly events. They combed through the evidence with precision, unaware of the trauma the survivors had endured, the scars they carried from the horrors they had faced. The officers worked tirelessly, trying to piece together the puzzle of the tragedy, oblivious to the emotional aftermath that was unfolding elsewhere.

Later, when Jasper, Jun Ho, Taehyun, and Kyung Ho sat in a small restaurant, trying to find some semblance of normalcy in the chaos, news broke on the television. A report flashed across the screen, detailing the arrest of the psychopath responsible for the deaths of several students during their study tour. He had been captured and was facing the death penalty. The report revealed that he had been committing murders since 2009, a serial killer who had evaded justice for years.

Kyung Ho's anger flared as he watched the news. "That psychopath bastard deserves to die, like dust," he muttered under his breath, the raw emotion in his voice betraying the deep hurt and anger that still simmered beneath the surface.

The others didn't respond, each of them processing the news in their own way. They didn't know if justice would ever truly heal the wounds they had suffered, but for the moment, it offered a small sense of closure, knowing that the man who had caused so much pain would never hurt anyone again.

As they sat in silence, the weight of the past few days hung heavy in the air, but in that small, quiet restaurant, they allowed themselves to breathe, even if only for a moment. The nightmare was over, but the scars would remain forever.