Chapter 48 - My Dear Hana (4)

He visits her time to time to watch her. He observes her for hours. She is 18 now. She is lively and smart. She attracts gazes wherever she goes. She loves her parents. She has another pet. A furry white dog that looks a lot like the rabbit. She can make friend easily. People are attracted to her like a magnet.

One day, he hears her say, "I want to become a prosecutor."

"Why?" Her friend Ji-Won asks her.

"My father wants me to." She lays down on the grass. "He says that the nation needs smart prosecutors like me."

"Haha!" Ji Won pats the dog. "Jam Jam, she thinks that she is smart."

"What? I am smart." She rolls on her side. "Jam Jam, I am smart, right?"

Jam Jam has his tongue out. He only wants to play with his master. His master is the best whether she is smart or not.

"Say, what if you have to draw a confession out of a serial killer?" Ji Won also lays down on the grass. Jam Jam slides in between the two girls. He rolls on his back and raises his paws. Three of them are looking at the blue sky. "They are usually smart. Smarter than average people."

"What about them?" Hana stretches her arms. "I am smarter than them. I will catch all the serial killers in the country. I will become the best prosecutor."

"Then, I should become a doctor." Ji Won decides. "When you get hurt, you can come to me."

"I am not a detective. Why would I get hurt?" Hana stares at her.

"I just have a feeling that you would be running on the street and chasing a serial killer."

"Prosecutors don't do things like that."

"You are not a prosecutor. How do you know it?

"We terrorize the guilty ones into confessing their sins."

"Oh? You don't even have a strong sense of justice."

"You will send your patients to the mental ward because of your naggings."

They continue to argue. He listens quietly. Prosecutor. Becoming one is not a problem. His dear Hana has changed into an ordinary person with ordinary life.

When the girls are gone, he lures Jam Jam to him and takes him along a walk. The dog is already familiar to him. He ċȧrėsses his dog's fur. When it is relaxed in his arms, he drives the knife into its heart.

"Jam Jam, I cannot let go of your master." He whispers to the dying dog. "She has to become my Hana again. It seems that I need to wake her up."

He cleans up the blood and disposes of Jam Jam's body quietly.