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Twix opens the door carefully. The dog scents poke his nose right on the spot. The room is dark and chilly. Clutters everywhere. All windows shut tight. The air seems uptight.

"Mir..." his voice almost mute. Twix looks around and tries to find the owner of the room. As he turns around, his eyes catch a figure that slumps on the bed. His breathless body moves up and down. Eyes dimly stare at him.

"Leave me alone... I wanna die..."

"No, you won't," Twix takes a chair and sits in front of the man. He is aware of the circumstance. His father gave him a warning before he came here.

'Mirmo isn't himself right now. He is in pain, stressed, and shocked. What makes things get worst is now he is on heat. He needs his Luna or he's gonna die in vain.

Without his Luna, he might end up going berserk and probably rapes anyone he sees, because of the fiery sensation inside him. We don't want him to end in such tragedy.'

"If it's not me, then it will be you. I will rather be dead than harm anyone," said Mirmo. He lifts his head a bit. Both hands got bounded by an iron cast handcuff. Those handcuffs were wrapped in sacred clothes. There is a dreamcatcher on the top of his bed headboard.

"You keep that?" Twix points his finger to the dreamcatcher.

"They said, that thing can keep away nightmares. But... It's the most useless thing I've ever seen," he stares at that object. "It's far from the truth. I still had those nightmares," Mirmo sounds calm a bit. Unlike when he first saw Twix.

"Me too..." says Twix.

"You do?" asks Mirmo. His brows entwine.

"Yeah. I don't know why! But I did sense some negative aura the night Luna Kasia got abducted," says Twix.

"That's... Impossible... Unless..."

"Unless?"

"Unless you ARE her mate," Mirmo observes Twix's reaction. The man stands still calmly.

"Are you?" Mirmo seems to doubt Twix. But the man calmly shakes his head. He knew Mirmo's mind is unstable right now. He tends to think ridiculously. Even something like this.

"It's ridiculous, Mirmo. You know I am mateless. You even got caught in her scents the first time you two met. How can she become my mate?" Twix chuckles.

Seeing Twix in a merry mood irritates Mirmo even more. If it isn't because of the sacred bound around his hand, probably he is already in his wolf form and bitten off Twix's head. He couldn't explain why he feels so mad. Seems like Twix does enjoy seeing him in this state.

"Who knows? You might be mateless, but it doesn't mean you can't do something behind my back. Besides, Sia is your childhood best friend. Anything is possible," Mirmo doesn't even try to conceal his frustration.

"Don't let your lust and irrational take over your body, Mir. There's no such thing as a secret affair or what," Twix slowly reaches him. He watches Mirmo straight into his eyes.

Tears drop from Twix's eyes as he can feel Mirmo's wolf howling in despair. He's worst than anyone thinks. The way Mirmo can suppress his emotion amazes Twix.

"Stop.pretending.like.you.care!"

"Don't say that, Mirmo. I do care about you," Mirmo turns his head away.

"Even the elders ignore me, let alone a hybrid like you! You will never understand how am I suffer,"

"You know nothing about a hybrid like me," Twix stands up from the bed, facing away from Mirmo. "Because I am half-human, I am more sensitive compared to you. How much you, as a pureblood suffered, it's no different from me as well," Twix sighs, feeling tiresome of this exhausting feeling.

"As someone who is deeply in love, I know how it feels to lose it. That hurts, even the Luna Goddess couldn't even handle it. So, never assume I pretend to care, while you knew I do, Mirmo," the door creaks open, with Twix standing under the door frame, holding his dog tag necklace.

"I do feel the suffering," he glares at Mirmo, leaving the room in tears.

***

"I'm sorry for your lost," says Joon. Yoon and Cygnus both nod a little. The lady wipes away her tears. She observes the medical report. Then, she bursts into tears.

"I can't believe it!" she's whining between sobs.

"Me too!" they glare at Jein. He is holding a life-cut size poster of Illia Bonbons. Let's just skip the part where he looks so ridiculous in tears and snorts!

"Now he looked like a clown..." Yoon shakes his head in disbelief. Joon giggles a bit.

"Excuse me, but who are you?" asks the lady.

"Dr. Jein Austin. I am a huge fan of..." and he bursts into tears, again!

"He's my husband," Joon pulls Jein closer to him. He glares at Jein. The man pouts and squeezes his forearm.

Cygnus calmly puts the brown file on the table in front of them.

"What is this?" she asks.

"The reason why this meeting is confidential," says Cygnus.

Just now, they arrive at the agency and request a private moment with the manager. Right now, Sun and two Black Knight officers are waiting, under the radar at the front door of the discussion room. The case is still in a daze, and they no need some reporters circus around and affect the investigation.

"You need to see what's inside the file. Tell us if you feel uncomfortable," says Yoon. The lady takes out a few papers from the file. She gasps as she drops those documents and pictures on the table.

"Are you... Telling me... This... Is... Him?" her hands shake so bad, that even her words jumble up and down.

"According to the DNA test result, it is him. Or, was him..." Joon scratches his head a bit. Not because of itching, but even he finds it hard to explain this matter.

"I... He told me he's done with show business. I thought he wanted some rest, so I told him to go on a vacation. The last time I heard from him was a week ago when he told me he was gonna get a rejuvenate injection," says the lady.

"Rejuvenate injection?" asks Cygnus.

"Yes. He did it for years. It gives a good effect on his skin and made him look young and fresh. It's just a simple process, like an IV for vitamin C. Illia, he obsessed with the idea of being young in eternity. He was afraid of being old," somehow, that explanation opens up some clues that may help the case.

"Can we get the number of the clinic? Or, perhaps someone that we can reach out to?" asks Cygnus.

"Wait for a second," the lady stands up and grabs a card for a drawer next to the huge executive table. She hands the card to Yoon.

"That's the business card of that clinic. But, making an appointment is just too hustle," says the lady.

"Then, how come Illia managed to?"

"He's regular. Besides, his status as an idol granted him such an opportunity. They use him as the endorser. In return, he got the treatment at any time he wanted," they look at each other.

Capitalisme.

"Thanks for your time, Miss. And again condolences from us. You can start making funeral preparation. The hospital will arrange the departure," says Cygnus.

"It's gonna be a long day, I think. Press conferences, and sorts," there's a huge sigh from the lady. It's hard to even manage a funeral, let alone release a statement regarding it.

"Looks like we need somebody who wants to do aesthetic beauty procedure," says Joon. They leave the room after a few moments.

"But who?" asks Yoon. They look at each other.

"Joon..." Sun taps his shoulder. Then he points his finger to someone who still bawling his eyes in front of the LED poster, next to the reception table.

"Now, I do believe in you," says Sun. They chuckle as Joon walks toward Jein and persuades him to come home with them.