Chapter 68 Secrets

68 Secrets "Here is your coffee, Master," Alyssa's voice interrupted my thoughts as I reclined on the couch. After everything that had happened, I needed a moment to catch my breath and collect my thoughts. Fortunately, the drum didn't explode, and we successfully sealed off the basement. To prevent any suspicious odors from escaping and alerting the neighbors, I found an inflatable pool and a hose in the basement. Then , I used them to direct the flow of air so that instead of the hydrofluoric acid fumes, the water in the pool bubbled, concealing any unusual smells. All of these solutions would have been impossible to come up with if not for my skills. I now fully appreciated how valuable and powerful my skills could be. Individually, they might not seem that impressive, but when combined with the adrenaline rush and the need to think on my feet, I found myself capable of generating ideas and solutions I wouldn't have considered in my everyday life. Regardless ,I knew that what we had done today was extreme, even by my standards. I could have simply called the police and reported the incident, but the thought of Alyssa going to prison, Alice being put in danger, and me being investigated was too overwhelming for me to handle. "I need to move on and stay calm. It's too late for regret, so I just have to own it," I muttered to myself, trying to come to terms with the difficult choices I had made .

Looking at it from a more positive angle, at least , my makeshift plan worked without any problems. I didn't face any issues, and I successfully removed any evidence that could be used against me in case of a "worst-case scenario".

As I sipped my coffee, I couldn't help but notice that Alyssa was still standing there, patiently waiting for my orders. She appeared really calm, considering the gruesome and brutal act she had committed not long ago. She behaved like an innocent machine, simply following her programmed instincts to protect herself as per my orders. "Sit with me," I commanded, inviting her to join me.

"Yes, Master" She obediently sat down beside me on the couch, her gaze fixed on the floor. The weight of our actions hung heavily on me, and the silence between us was deafening.

In an attempt to distract myself from the grim thoughts swirling in my mind, I reached for the remote control and turned on the TV. The soft glow of the screen filled the room, casting a pale blue light on the walls and furniture. I hoped that the news or some entertainment would provide a momentary escape from the heavy burden of the day's events. "Another suicide at Seoul Train Station?" I mumbled to myself as I watched the news reporters explain the tragic death of a woman who had suddenly jumped in front of a train. The deceased individual was identified as a successful businesswoman who owned a restaurant in Seoul. Her family was baffled by her actions , as she appeared to have a thriving life and a seemingly healthy lifestyle. I couldn't help but feel weird out, knowing that it occurred at the same train station I had recently used. Upon checking the time of death, I realized that it had happened just a few minutes before I left the station myself. It's just how human minds work. When something bad happens to others in a place that seems far off or unrelated , we don't really feel much. But if it goes down in a nearby or familiar spot, we can't help but relate to the situation. "The news is just making me more stressed," I sighed and turned off the TV. It seemed that even good news was becoming increasingly rare these days.

"Stroke my hair until I fall sleep ," "Yes, Master"

As I lay my head on her lap, Alyssa's expression remained emotionless. She continued to stroke my hair gently, her touch mechanical, as if she were just going through the motions. I closed my eyes, seeking comfort in her presence. Despite the heaviness of what we had done, her warm legs beneath my head strangely made me feel better. Then, the exhaustion from the ordeal overwhelmed me. My vision blurred, and I slowly drifted into sleep.

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"Well, I checked her past records, and I discovered that she and four more women who committed suicide used to be friends ," I revealed.

"Are you sure?" My partner exclaimed in shock as I disclosed the information I had gathered.

"I'm sure of it," I affirmed with confidence, my memory locked onto the case files from eight years ago.

"I double-checked the records. These women were all part of a Community Service Group created by a lady who went missing less than a year after she and her husband established a foundation to support girls facing difficulties integrating into society due to various issues." "What kind of issues?" My partner inquired with genuine curiosity. "Mental issues," I responded, my mind still recalling the information I gathered. "According to the files, these girls had a range of mental problems, from minor mental disorders to more severe conditions like bipolar disorder, schizophrenia, and multiple personality disorder." The records surprised me, but what truly caught my attention was how these girls, who initially had mental health issues, seemed to have changed drastically after joining the foundation. To put it simply, they became normal and some even developed remarkable talents, leading to successful careers. In fact, a few of them ventured into the business , Academic, and entertainment industries, becoming well known individuals .

"What's the name of this foundation ?" My partner asked with a curious tone "Ji-Hoon Z - Foundation "

Ji-Hoon Z - Foundation???

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