"Jimin, I swear it wasn't me." I said, eyes pleading with his but his expression remained stoic, causing me to break right in front of him.
"You have to believe me. I'm innocent, I swear it." I muffled my cries by burying my face into the palm of me hands.
"I know," he finally sighs, looking down to the ground at the bloody mess. "But what are we going to do about this?" He said, stripped from any emotion as he eyed the body that laid there like a ghoulish figurine.