The sound of glass shattering and plates clashing drowned out Jung's anguished groaning. He clutched at his side as warm blood slipped through his fingers and decorated the tiling with an organic finish. He stumbled then slammed his head against a kitchen cabinet. The silverware slowly finished their ensemble. Jung turned over, sitting in a pool of his own blood, to face his attacker.

"Jung. Don't screw with me."

A tall, blonde man stands over Jung's contorted body. He wears a two-piece suit and a police badge dangles at his sternum. A silenced pistol sits firmly in his left hand and it's muzzle seeps smoke as if it were exhaling in the cold.

Jung exhales painfully, "Seiji..."

"Awww. You remember me," the blonde man feigns a smile then quickly goes back to a frown as he kneels down to be face to face with Jung. "Where is she?"

Jung coughs and stares at Seiji saying nothing. Seiji backs away then presses his pistol against Jung's testicles. "Which one should I shoot, huh? Eeny, meeny, miny—"

"I killed her!" Jung blurts out, blood spills from his lips. "Drowned in the Goddamn ocean! Fish out her corpse yourself!"

Seiji looks at Jung for a second and then breaks away to laugh like Jung just cracked one of the funniest jokes he heard all week.

"What do you mean you killed her?" a voice of a woman says from behind Seiji.

Jung's immediately recognizes this voice, he can't believe it first. He squints, looking past Seiji's legs, and realizes his suspicion was accurate, "Yume?"

"What do you mean you killed her?" she repeats as she holsters her own pistol and looks down at Jung.

"What the hell is this?" Jung says breathing heavily, "Y-You're working for Seiji?"

"Answer the Goddamn question," she says firmly.

"This is a waste of time," Seiji points his pistol at Jung but Yume swiftly puts a hand on his shoulder.

"Baby, let me handle this."

Seiji bites his tongue then slammed his pistol into his holster. He steps away from them and begins searching the place. Yume kneels and looks at Jung's contorted body. She can barely see the symbol that was tattooed on his chest, a sign of extreme intelligence. The kind of person who could create something like Ai. Now, he looks simply pathetic. She almost pitied him.

"Jung," she says softly, "we need to find her."

Jung looked up at Yume. Her head blocked the light so perfectly that it looked like it was emanating around her. Almost like an angel. He slowly began nod off.

"Jung!" a firm voice breaks him out of his dozing and he looks around.

"Please," she says, "we need to find her."

Jung lifts himself up so that he is sitting upright and Yume sits beside him. He looks over to her but avoids making eye contact. If he wasn't slowly bleeding to death, Yume would have assumed he was staring at her breasts.

"Wa—" Jung attempts to get the words out but it feels as if there is something caught in his throat.

"What are you saying, Jung?" she holds his arm.

"Wa—Water," he breaths out and then closes his eyes.

She examines him closely and then yells out to Seiji, "get me water!"

Seiji comes out of Jung's bathroom, "what am I, his damn maid?"

"Now!" she says firmly.

Seiji is about to say something but instead he throws his arms into the air and goes to the fridge.

When the cup is in her hand she lifts it to Jung's lips like a mother feeding a toddler. She knows she doesn't have much time. His life is slowly slipping away and if that happens they will never find Ai. All the years she worked undercover would have been a waste and she'll go back to shuffling papers around in a stuffy cubicle. This was her chance to prove herself. She had to find Ai.

"Jung, please." She says, "where is she?"

Jung's eyes remained closed but a barely audible whisper came from his lips, "Reaper's...Peak" then he fell onto her shoulder.