Silent Whispers | jjk & kth | ✔️

19

February 20th

Today, I had the task of cleaning the dusty basement. The dust triggered my cough issues, which seem to be getting worse each day. When Sumin called this morning, I couldn't bring myself to tell her about my health struggles. I lied and said I was perfectly fine. On a positive note, Sumin will start her part-time job soon, and I couldn't be prouder of my dear daughter!

February 21st

We had a lovely dinner today, courtesy of Mr. Kim. It was a pleasant evening, though bittersweet as Jiwoo left for Dubai right after. Mrs. Kim couldn't help but shed tears, and as a mother, my heart also felt a pang of sadness. However, I have something exciting to look forward to next week—I will be meeting Sumin! I miss my dear baby a lot. I'm so excited.

Writing this entry at midnight, I can't shake off a sense of unease. I overheard Taehyung's voice during a phone call, and it seemed like he caught me listening to his plans. If you're reading this, Sumin, please keep this journal safe and hand it over to the police if anything happens in the coming days!

February 22nd

It turns out my fear was stupid, and I was simply overthinking. I guess old age can make us worry too much. Right now, I'm going to take a nap in my cozy cabin. I'm really looking forward to having kimchi fried rice when I wake up! It's the little things that bring excitement and happiness to my day.

I closed Han Gyeong's diary with a heavy sigh, feeling a mix of sadness and unease. It was the day she died—the day she wrote her final entry. Why hadn't this diary been handed over to the police? And why were her belongings still left untouched in that cabin? Also, why was Taehyung mentioned here in such way? Questions swirled in my mind, demanding answers.

As I descended the stairs, I noticed Mrs. Kim, Jiwoo, and my own mother engrossed in their leisurely activity. I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for keeping my true intentions hidden.

"Mum, Jiwoo, I'm just going outside for a little walk," I casually announced, hoping to slip away unnoticed.

My mother looked up from her activity, her eyes filled with concern. "Are you feeling alright, Y/n? You seem a bit preoccupied."

I forced a smile, trying to reassure her. "Oh, I'm fine, Mum. Just need some fresh air. I'll be back soon."

With that, I made my way to the guard room, a knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach. The guard looked up from his desk, a hint of annoyance evident on his face.

"Hello again," I greeted him cautiously. "I was wondering if I could ask you a few more questions about Han Gyeong."

The guard sighed, weariness evident in his voice. "I've already told you everything I know, miss. But go ahead, ask away."

My voice trembled slightly as I pressed on. "If her cabin was properly investigated, why were her belongings not taken into police custody or given to her daughter?"

The guard's eyes flickered with a mixture of surprise and sympathy. "The cabin was emptied a week after her passing. But I can assure you, everything was handled according to protocol."

Frustration bubbled up inside me. "But that can't be right. I was there last night. I saw her belongings. The room was filled with her things."

The guard's expression shifted, a glimmer of concern crossing his face. "Miss, I understand this must be confusing for you, but let me show you. Come with me."

He led me back to the cabin, unlocking the door with a heavy sigh. As I entered, my eyes widened in shock and disbelief. The room was completely empty, devoid of any trace of Han Gyeong's presence.

"No, this can't be happening," I muttered under my breath, my voice barely a whisper. "Her things were here, I swear."

The guard looked at me sympathetically. "I don't know what to say, miss. It's as if something has changed overnight. But I assure you, the room was emptied as per protocol."

Confusion and fear gripped me as I stared at the barren room. Dark thoughts swirled in my mind, and the realization sank in that there was more to this mystery than I could have ever imagined. The truth was elusive, slipping through my fingers like sand, and I was left to navigate a treacherous path where nothing was as it seemed.