Detective Wolfe and his partner, Detective Park, made their way towards the forensics unit across the city. Wolfe was behind the drivers wheel of his car and his partner sat in the passengers seat, watching the city pass by as he listened to the classical music on the radio.
Wolfe extended his arm and turned the volume down before speaking, 'Who do you think it is?' Wolfe asked as he pulled his arm back and returned his grip onto the steering wheel whilst he kept his eyes on the road.
Park, still watching the buildings pass by, slowly panned his eyes across the front window of the car before meeting the side of Wolfe's face - thinking of the possible suspects whilst doing so.
Park sighed and shook his head, 'I don't actually know,' he admitted, 'but I do suspect Taesung, although I know I shouldn't..there could be another person in the mix that we haven't met yet.'
Wolfe nodded his head in agreement, 'I may be biased, but I don't think Taesung would do this. It was most likely someone we don't know about yet...'
As the silence between the two lingered, rain began to fall from the heavy dark clouds and thundered against the outside of the car. Wolfe sighed and glanced down at his crisp white shirt.
Park chuckled and leaned down, pulling out an umbrella from beneath the seat, 'I got you covered, boss.'
'When did that get there?' Wolfe laughed.
'I know you never carry an umbrella on you, so I put one here until you might have needed one.' Park answered.
Wolfe shook his head with a laugh as Park gave him a smug look, 'You aren't too bad, Park.'
Detective Wolfe pulled into the stations carpark and pulled on his black coat, Detective Park got out of the car and opened the umbrella before running over to Wolfe's now open door. The two of them walked towards the station, the glass doors slid open to the side and they entered.
Wolfe took the lead and went down a long hallway with doors on either side. The sound of their shoes slapping against the plastic floor echoed and bounced along the walls. They soon arrived at the last door and he swiped his card, the doors opened and they stepped in.
'Ah, Detective Wolfe,' an ageing man said in a grumbled voice as he pulled off a pair of gloves and stepped away from the table he was working at, 'you look older every time I see you.' He laughed and gestured towards Wolfe's hair, he wasn't wrong, the barely noticeable grey streaks running through Wolfe's dark hair were growing more prominent. But as agile and as young he looked, he couldn't deny that he was older than his appearance showed.
Park held in a laugh, keeping his professional posture, also because he knew if he had laughed at that comment then Wolfe would be on his back about it.
Wolfe forced a laugh, 'Calling me old won't make you any younger.' he shot back with a smirk.
The man laughed as he lightly hit Wolfe's arm, 'It's good to see ya, boy.'
'It's good to see you too, sir.' Wolfe said with a smile, 'this is my partner, Detective Park. He's fairly new so go easy on him.'
'Ah, yes I don't believe we have met before,' the old man began as he extended his hand to Park, 'Doctor Walter Wolfe, his uncle, and the best damn forensic medical examiner in the business,' He said with a chuckle, 'but so you don't get confused, you can just call me Doctor.'
'Nice to meet you, sir.' Park said as he shook his hand.
'What do we have here?' Wolfe said as he walked towards the body on the table.
'This was the last one to come in, I've already examined the others,' he said as he walked towards the table, 'they all have the same wounds.'
'Which are?' Wolfe asked and looked down at the lifeless body on the cold metal table.
Doctor Wolfe pulled the white sheet off the victims chest, 'Multiple stab wounds to the chest, a messy slice across the throat, also blunt trauma to the skull and the rest of the body.'
Wolfe slipped on a pair of gloves and lightly touched the head of the victim and pushed aside strands of hair to get a better look at the wound on the head, 'What weapon was used?'
'None,' the doctor said as he walked over to the other side of the table, 'besides the knife used for the stabbing and the slice, they all seem to have been violently thrashed around, they all have quite a lot of bruising. Their deaths seemed to be rushed, and messy, completely unprofessional.'
'I can see,' Wolfe said with a lowered voice as his eyes glanced all over the victims body, 'was there any foreign DNA found on the bodies?' Wolfe asked as he looked up at his uncle.
'Ah, no, despite the sloppy killing the clean up was most surprising.'
'So there's absolutely nothing?' Park chimed in.
Doctor Wolfe shook his head as he turned to face Park, 'Nothing but the fibres of their clothes and the cells of their own bodies, this was the cleanest one I've ever examined.'
'Do you think he could have done this?' Wolfe asked as he turned to Park, whom gave him a shrug.
'Whoever it is, he must really know what he's doing.' Park said as his facial expression hardened.
'Or she,' Doctor Wolfe said with a shrug of his shoulders, 'humans are oh so very dangerous.'
The piano keys danced along with the sound of water tapping lightly against the roof and windows of the house.
Taehyung's fingers tapped in harmony as his eyes remained closed, although he couldn't see where his fingers were he knew where every note was and knew exactly what to play next. He didn't have to think about it, he just knew.
His mind was still and empty, focusing on nothing but everything at the same time. He listened to the sound of the rain and every drop as his fingers continued dancing to the sound of sadness, anger, and confusion, with a slither of hope and happiness intertwining to create the bittersweet melody that his fingers reluctantly created.
Lightning struck, jolting him out of the musical trance and causing his hands to slam down out of fright on the keys creating an eerie tone which echoed throughout the spacious room.
He opened his eyes in a flash and slowly moved his head to face the open window. His nerves were on his sleeves and his body was shaking, anxiety built up inside of him and tightened within his chest. He held his heart and tried to calm his breathing as he slowly closed his eyes once again.
Another lightning strike thundered and his body sprung from the piano chair. His eyes filled with anger as rage boiled inside his gut which drove him to slam the open window closed. His clenched fist and slammed hard against the wall as his forehead rested against the wet window.
'Just be quiet.' He whispered while his hot breath heated the window causing it to fog.
Moments passed and the sweat on his body turned cold as the temperature of the room dropped. The rain continued on but the lightning dimmed, he returned back to the seat of the piano - once again with his eyes closed and played on.
His hands wet from the rain continued their tune and played along to the calm storm outside. The water from the rain that drenched his fingers turned thick, causing his fingers to move slower and his hands to feel heavier than they had been before, but he continued on and ignored the much slower pace his hands were moving at.
The song went on and he craned his neck so his closed eyes were facing the ceiling, his eyes slowly opened and as they did a sudden flash of lightning struck once again giving him a fright. His eyes shot down to his hands in a rush, adrenaline pumped through his body as his hands rose from the piano keys.
Dark crimson liquid stained his hands and dripped down the keys of the piano and onto the floor. Although the thundering storm picked up again outside he could hear every individual drop of the thick liquid now streaming onto the floor and pooling around his feet. Out of confusion and fright he pulled back and rose to his feet in a rush.
His mind pounded against his skull in unison with the sudden shouts of thunder, he raised his hands and stared down at them with wide and frightened eyes beginning to water. Another strike of lightning shot as the door opened, Taehyung snapped his gaze towards the door.
Taehyung locked his wild eyes with hers for a moment before the growing confusion overtook her face, his eyes returned to his hands that were now clean.
'Daddy?' Taegeuk whispered as she hesitantly stood forward, entering the room.
Taehyung's breathing slowed as he faintly smiled at Taegeuk, he felt his heart beating in his chest before he took a step towards her - glancing over at the piano, it too was clean.
'What's wrong, Geukkie?' Taehyung whispered, placing his hand on her head before lightly running his fingers through her hair.
She shook her head and pulled him into a hug, 'I had a bad dream.' She whispered, Taehyung sighed and slid to his knees to embrace her.
'Don't be scared, I'm here,' Taehyung whispered, 'daddy's here.'
Song: "Dancing On The Light" - Richard Dillon