Mira’s DeathAs Kim reached home, he was exhausted, all the happenings happening lately had taken a toll on him. He wished to sink into his bed and escape all the madness happening in his life. However, his hopes for a moment of peace were shattered by an insistent knock at the door.At first, Kim ignored it, he was too tired to answer but it persisted aggressively. Irritated, Kim dragged himself to the entrance, his fatigue making each step feel like a Herculean effort. Opening the door, he was met with the sight of two elderly individuals standing on his doorstep. Weariness washed over him as he listened to their introductions, realizing they were Mira's parents.“My name is Mr. Johnson and this is my wife,” he said, gesturing to the woman standing next to him. Then he continued, “We are Mira’s parents.”Kim's initial reaction was one of frustration. He didn't have the energy for any more drama, especially not the one that wouldn't bring his loved ones. Nevertheless, he pushed aside
There’s No HopeAs Miller returned from the police station, a smug grin adorned his face. His plan to bribe the authorities had succeeded, and he relished in the thought of frustrating Kim even further. This was his moment, his moment to shine and be happy. Finally, he had achieved what he wasn't able to achieve in so many years. Everything seemed to be falling into place, and Miller couldn't help but feel a downpour of satisfaction.Suddenly, a harsh wind swept through the room, sending chills down Miller's spine. He knew what it meant - the ancestor was near. As the wind began to take shape, Miller waited patiently for the familiar figure to materialize.When the wind finally coalesced into the form of a man, Miller's smile widened. He greeted the ancestor with a sense of pride, basking in the acknowledgment of his success."Congratulations, Miller," the ancestor boomed, his voice filled with pride. "You have done well in your efforts to thwart Kim. Your dedication and cunning have
ou are not aloneMiller began to brainstorm a possible way to obtain a drop of Kim’s blood without making it seem like he was begging for it. He knew that approaching Kim directly would likely result in refusal or suspicion, so he had to devise a plan that would make Kim willingly offer his blood.As he mulled over his options, Miller considered the idea of organizing a community blood drive. He could frame it as a charitable event aimed at helping those in need, which would make it more likely for Kim to participate without suspicion.With this plan in mind, Miller started to reach out to local organizations and community leaders to discuss the possibility of hosting a blood campaign. He emphasized the importance of the event and its potential to save lives, hoping to garner support and participation from the community.As he made preparations for the blood campaign, Miller kept his true intentions hidden, ensuring that everything appeared genuine and altruistic. He knew that he had
The Request The Kim family's once calm and peaceful household became a hub of restless movement, with Kim's family and concerned friends joining the search effort. Posters bearing Mr and Mrs. Slate's photographs covered the entire neighborhood, and the local community rallied together, helping in the search as the slate family was loved by people because of how much they give to the poor.In the midst of this chaos, Kim was frustrated, he didn't know where else to look and nothing seemed to cross his mind other than Miller being responsible. and Kim’s usually vibrant lifestyle was replaced by a constant state of agitation. He barely slept, haunted by nightmares of his parent's unknown fate.One evening, Kim went to his parent’s house just to get closure from them. He sat alone in his parents room, filled with memories of happier times. Suddenly, his phone rang. With trembling hands, he answered, hoping against hope for news of his parents."Hello?" He answered, his voice trembling wi
The Paper As Miller made his unsettling request for Kim's blood, Kim's mind flew with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He couldn't stop thinking that there was more to Miller's sudden appearance and bizarre demand than met the eye. Was there a connection between Miller and the mysterious ancestor who had also sought his blood? And if so, what evil purpose did they both have in mind?Caught between fear and curiosity, Kim found himself grappling with a decision that could have far-reaching consequences. On one hand, Miller's offer of releasing Zoey and his parents sounded tempting. After all, they were the most important people in his life, and he would do anything to ensure their safety. But on the other hand, Kim couldn't ignore the nagging feeling of agita that gnawed at him. Something about Miller's proposal didn't sit right with him, and he couldn't make sense why Miller was asking him the same question he was being kidnapped for. And now Miller was offering to release his p
The Call To Happiness As Kim woke up that morning, he felt a heavy weight pressing down on his chest. He was lost and hopeless. The events of the past few days mulled heavily on his mind, leaving him feeling utterly defeated and hopeless.He lay in bed for a while, staring blankly at the ceiling as he tried to make an understanding of everything that had happened. His thoughts were a jumbled mess of fear, anger, and confusion, and he couldn't seem to find a way out of the darkness that surrounded him.With a deep sigh, Kim finally dragged himself out of bed and made his way to the kitchen. He mechanically brewed a pot of coffee, hoping that the caffeine would help clear his mind and give him the strength to face the day ahead.But as he sat at the kitchen table, sipping his coffee, Kim couldn't shudder at the feeling of hopelessness that gnawed at him from within. He felt like he was trapped in a never-ending nightmare, with no way to escape.He knew that he couldn't continue to wall
My Parents are BackAs Kim happily ended the call, his phone beeped and it was a message from the unknown Mr B, Kim hastily opened it and it was a message showing the location where his parents were kept hostage.Without second guessing, Kim quickly entered his car and drove off. He couldn't wait to see his parents. He had suffered enough already. Even if it's only his parents for now he would have the energy to fight.As Kim drove towards the location where his parents had been spotted, he started sweating, nervousness was gradually creeping in. He didn't know what to expect or how to go about the rescue.The direction ahead was desolate, with little signs of life besides the occasional flicker of headlights in the distance. Tall trees lined the roadside, their branches releasing mysterious shades that danced across the road. The road was silent, broken only by the hum of Kim's engine and the rush of wind through the open windows of his car.Despite the aloneness of the road, Kim was
Finding Solutions As Kim's parents tried to recover from the shock of their ordeal, they found themselves surrounded by concerned family members and police officers, all eager to hear their firsthand account of what had happened. Kim's siblings bombarded them with questions, their voices filled with a mixture of confusion and anxiety."How did they capture you?" Cassey, Kim's elder sister, asked, her brow furrowed with worry."It was terrifying," Kim's mother replied, her voice trembling slightly. "They came out of nowhere, masked men with guns. They dragged us into a van and blindfolded us before we could even react.""And where did they take you?" Kim's younger brother inquired, his eyes wide with curiosity."We're not sure," Kim's father answered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "It was dark, and we were disoriented. But they kept us in some abandoned warehouse, tied us up and threatened us if we tried to escape."The police officers listened intently, jotting down notes as Kim's p