On the way to the railway station, Jin noticed a crowd surrounding a place not far from his house.
He was a little curious but he let go of his curiosity since he was getting late.
Twenty minutes later he arrived at the station covered in sweat from top to bottom.
"I'm sorry," Jin apologized to his superior who glared at him and gave him an earful.
"Stop looking at me like a moron and go to your post!" The superior said after giving him an earful.
'Sigh' Jin sighed as he made his way towards his area.
On the way, he glanced at the system panel that was appearing and disappearing with just a thought in his mind.
At this moment even if he wanted to believe this was all a dream he no longer could.
'Why give something like this to someone like me...Hitman? Aren't they people who kill people? Why would I even kill someone and make life difficult for myself?' Jin thought.
With a lot of questions roaming around in his mind, Jin continued with his work and before long it was already night. It was time for him to log off from work.
On the way back home Jin noticed a crowd of people. It was the same area where the people were gathered in the morning.
'Just what exactly is happening there? A movie shooting?' Unable to control his curiosity any longer Jin made his way towards the place.
The place was blocked with yellow tape. A few police officers were standing there. They were asking questions to the people around them.
Jin thought of asking someone what was going on here but before he did that he automatically got his answer from the discussion some men were having nearby.
"Who would have thought that Jimmy, that rascal, would die so young?" A man sighed.
"Indeed, I thought at worst he would be caught and go to jail. Never did I imagine that he would be murdered," A bearded man added.
"Killing someone just for an attempted theft is too much...he was just 17 years old as well..." The man sighed again.
As the two men were continuing with their discussion few images flashed in Jin's mind.
It was of him throwing a rock at the thief...of the thief being hit and falling...him kicking the thief a few times before leaving.
When the blurry images became clearer, Jin was forced to look at his surroundings. He realized that this was the same place where yesterday's incident had happened.
His heartbeat increased all of a sudden. With his mind on high alert, he started looking around him furtively.
Noticing that no was was paying any attention to him, Jin slowly retreated from the crowd.
When there was enough distance between him and the crowd he rushed home.
Slam!
Jin slammed the door shut and rested his sweat-drenched back on it. He was panting for air as various thoughts ran past his disoriented mind.
"D-did I k-kill someone...?" Jin was finding it all hard to believe but all the clues suggested that it was indeed him who had killed that person.
"N-No! I don't want to go to jail...no it can't be..." The more Jin thought over it the more worried he became.
'But I didn't leave any evidence...even if it was I who did it they won't find out,' Jin thought and was about to relax but an alarming thought soon entered his mind.
"The stone!" He exclaimed.
He had grabbed that stone and it must contain his fingerprints!
"I'm doomed!" Jin thought to himself as his figure which was leaning on the door slid down onto the floor in despair.
Tears of frustration started flowing out of his eyes as he had no idea what he needed to do now.
Jin stayed still on the floor for what felt like an hour as he imagined the life which awaited him in the prison. Thinking of how his frail self would be treated in the prison he shivered...there was even a chance that he might end up dead there.
"No...I can't settle for this...there's still hope," Jin's lacklustre eyes suddenly gained back its vitality. It looked like they had made a decision.
"The stone might still be in the area...if I'm lucky the police might have not discovered the stone yet!"
Jin didn't quite remember the stone but he clearly remembered how the stone felt in his hand. If he was to grab the stone again he could easily recognize it.
Jin looked at the clock. It was half past eleven. He felt like this was a good time to take action. He pushed himself off the floor and started changing his clothes.
He had a worn-out black t-shirt which he rarely used but had kept thinking that he might need it in the future. It was finally time to make good use of it.
He put it on and then opened his working kit. There was a pair of gloves and a mask which he used for his job. He put them on and then moved towards the kitchen.
He hesitated a bit but firmed his mind the next second and grabbed hold of a knife.He stuck it in between his pants and belt.
"I hope I don't need to use it..." Jin thought to himself as he sat on the chair with his eyes glued to the wall clock.
He had initially planned to go out at midnight but after thinking over it a bit more he decided to be a bit more careful.
He sat there and waited until the clock's small finger was pointing at one.
Jin took a few deep breaths to calm down his anxious self and discreetly left his house through the window.
Under the cover of the night, his figure was barely noticeable. After what felt like fifteen minutes Jin was finally at the place where the incident had taken place.