🍀🍀🗝️🗝️*THE ARCHITECT OF SILENCE*🗝️🗝️🍀🍀
*CHAPTER 16*
🪷🪷*MI JIN AH'S POV*🪷🪷
School ended.
Once again—
Fear.
Everywhere.
Even Na Ri…
She was shaking.
Interesting.
I walked past her—
And out of the gate.
***
A car beeped behind me.
I ignored it.
"Hey… Jin Ah, come. Let me drive you home." Woo Jin shouted.
I kept walking.
He sped forward—
Stopping right in front of me.
Then stepped out.
"Yah, Jin Ah… when will you accept me as your friend? You don't even talk to me… aren't you afraid of hurting my feelings?"
I almost laughed.
Feelings?
I looked at him.
"Feelings… what are those?"
I paused.
"I let go of mine a long time ago. I'd appreciate it if you stop pestering me."
I walked past him.
"Pester? I just want to protect you, Jin Ah… Can't you see? Fate brought us together. You just have to accept me."
He screamed.
Fate.
I chuckled.
It sounded nice—
Reading it in fantasy books.
Who'd given him—
The right—
To even include me—
In his so called fate.
He screamed again.
But—
I didn't stop.
Feelings only hurt.
Memories remain.
Long ago—
She said that.
She promised—
She would come back.
Take me with her.
But—
She didn't.
Instead—
I saw her.
Her corpse.
Nothing else.
That was when—
My feelings disappeared.
And now—
No one—
Can ever bring them back.
My phone vibrated.
From Anonymous.
*Don't hurt him that much… He also knows what trauma feels like.*
Trauma?
Not like mine.
I was adopted.
An orphan.
But every night—
I'd see her.
*MI SU OK*
My mother.
Crying.
Screaming.
In my dreams.
Then—
They labeled me.
*A psycho.*
Just because—
I fought back.
I protected myself.
And now—
They talk about feelings?
No one—
Can teach me about something
I understand better than them.
🍂🍂*AT HOME*🍂🍂
I sat still.
A letter on the table.
No name.
No sender.
*I AM WATCHING YOU...MURDERER*
I stared at it.
Then—
A small smile.
"Don't worry. I'll be waiting for you too. Bi*ch."
I whispered.
My phone vibrated again.
A message.
From him.
Woo Jin.
"What do you think about my proposal? Jin Ah, don't be so hard… I can help you with anything. I won't complain."
Persistent.
Another message—
"If you accept me, I'll tell you a secret about Rank 1. I know him. And I know you want to meet him."
My fingers paused.
Then moved.
Fast.
"What do you mean?" I typed.
Fast.
"Nothing… I get it. You don't want to admit it. You want him to teach you how to study? Dream on. I'll always be Rank 3. No matter what."
Another message.
"Maybe I can make you Rank 4."
"But you can never be better than me."
I smiled.
Interesting.
He just sold himself.
So—
Why should I refuse?
"Fine,"
I replied.
If he wants—
To be used—
Then I will use him.
He will become—
My shield.
My weapon.
And when the time comes—
My sacrifice.
*END OF CHAPTER 16*
🍀🍀🗝️🗝️*THE ARCHITECT OF SILENCE*🍀🍀🗝️🗝️