13 Guests 1 Killer

The action takes place before Seokmin's death. Seokmin was checking the room where they found Mingya, it was early morning, everyone was asleep except him and the man who had just come into the room. - I knew you'd come, you're so predictable,' he said. - 'I guess not enough,' the doctor said as he approached, 'May I ask why you did it? - Honestly, and even if you think I'm crazy, I did it for my son," the killer replies as he walks up to Seokmin, "He deserves to live a life without complications. - Well," he replies, turning his back and looking out the window, "I wish I could be there when you tell your son that you killed his father. He chuckles, and Seokmin looks at the night carefully to record it in his memory; it's so white and unreal, like a blanket sheltering a dream. - Unfortunately, Dr. - he approaches slowly and silently pulls out a handkerchief from under his coat and picks up the first sharp object he sees. - I think you've been to more places than you should. Quickly, he covers his opponent's mouth with one hand and delivers a hard, deep blow with the other. A sharp pain runs down Seokmin's back all over his body, he is paralyzed and unable to ask for help, his vision begins to blur, his head is spinning, and his knees can't seem to take the pain. He falls face down, his eyes are like two lifeless black orbs. Present tense. Now Seungcheol is crying again, how is this possible? The others arrive at that moment, they can no longer hold back their tears. Their poor hearts are contaminated by the death of their friends. Everything is so horrible, so bad. - What the hell is going on! - Seungcheol screams, leaning against the wall and pulling her hair with one hand. - Who's doing this! Confess now or I'll kill you with my bare hands! - Seungcheol, calm down. - Jihoon intervenes, trembling. - P-please... we can handle this. - Handle what? - Seungcheol laughs sadly. - Do what? Find the culprit? Well, let it be Chan for being with Mingyu, or Minhao just for being weird... Everyone goes silent before his sarcastic comment. - So it's my fault for being weird? - replies the artist, ''What are you going to do? Kill me? That would be easy if you've done it before. - This is ridiculous...'' - Soonyoung whispers to the floor," Minhao may be strange and eccentric, but I know he would never do anything like that. - The best thing to do would be to calm down and get out of here, there's something cursed in this house," Wonwoo says, taking Jun's hand to lift him off the floor and downstairs. Soonyoung and Joshua stay behind to find something to help dispel their doubts. One by one, they slowly make their way downstairs, trying to get the smell of death and sadness off their bodies. Once downstairs, the silence covering them is heavy, looks of guilt, sadness and accusations run from one place to another. It's like a bad detective novel where friends die and you can only watch their lives pass before you, you can't stop something like this, something that has been taken from them. Maybe it's their fault, maybe it's not, there's nothing you can do about it anymore. - Seungkwan... - Minhao starts with words. - What were you doing so early in the morning? - All eyes are on Seungkwan, he looks at Minhao with hatred, but he can't answer anything. - 'We just got up,' Hansol answers, 'besides...' Wonwoo and Jihoon were already awake when we got to the kitchen. - I just woke up," the composer excuses himself, "Wonwoo and I saw each other coming out of the rooms ourselves. - Wonwoo nods at his words. - Do you know that anyone could have killed him? - Jun says, lying on the floor and looking up at the bottomless ceiling. - He was able to get up in the night and do it without anyone noticing. The others are silent, agreeing with him. What else can they do? They find themselves in a place with no way out and no answers. After a while, their tired hearts give up. So they can only remain silent or speak in whispers to clear their minds. Seungcheol stands next to the singer who is being held in Hansol's arms, both of them trying to comfort Seungcheol by reminding him that it's not his fault. In another part of the room, Jihoon is playing with Chan on the floor to take his mind off of it. Jeonghan notices this and slowly takes Chan in his arms, the young father looks at him suspiciously, but Jihoon isn't startled. - That's not what I meant... - mentions the composer, who stands up and takes a seat next to Jeonghan, who is tensing up at this point. - I still respect our friendship, even though it's one-sided now. - Jihoon and... - I saw you arguing with Mingyu earlier," he says suddenly. Jeonghan fidgets in his chair, feeling awkward. - 'Lucky for you, if you want, I didn't hear anything,' he whispers moving closer, 'but if the others find out...' Jeonghan. - I didn't kill him," he replies in a trembling voice. Jihoon is silent for a while, doubting his words. - I never mentioned that you did," Jihoon says, and Jeonghan feels like he's dug his own grave. They both continue to stare at each other until footsteps from the stairs make everyone in the living room react. Soonyoung arrives and immediately walks over to Minhao to make sure he's okay. Joshua stands in front of everyone with a serious face, slowly looking up and examining the faces of those he called friends, even family members. - Soon I will be too... - he clears his throat before continuing," we believe we have the murder weapon. Seungcheol approaches, wanting to watch. - How is it possible that they were killed with this? - He mentions, looking incredulously at the handle revealed by the bloody handkerchief. - Though... that's also possible," he whispers. The others, curious, approach one by one to see. Seungkwan approaches, lightly moving Minhao's back, looks at the bloody object, and immediately recoils. He gasps, and his heart starts pounding in his chest. This is impossible. His gaze drops to the floor, and he has to hold on to something because he feels his legs start to disengage. This is impossible. - Seungkwan, is something wrong? - Seungcheol asks embarrassedly. - H-Hansol... no... eth-this... - he mutters with tears in his eyes. With fear, he looks at Hansol, who tries to move towards his partner in fright, but his words restrain him on the spot. - Hansol... - a little audibly utters the singer, -I, this is not the pen which I gave you for Christmas? - And his tears fall until they touch the cold and dark floor.