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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā š¹šøšš¾š¾š½ Ā šæš“š“šš Ā š¾š š“š Ā š³š°š½š½šāš Ā šš·š¾šš»š³š“š Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā with Ā vague Ā interest Ā at Ā what Ā heās Ā holding Ā ; Ā of Ā course, Ā if Ā Danny Ā is Ā holding Ā it Ā at Ā all, Ā heāll Ā be Ā too Ā happy Ā to Ā share Ā it Ā with Ā the Ā idol. Ā Narrowed Ā eyes Ā flicker Ā over Ā the Ā photo Ā with Ā amusement Ā ā Ā Danny Ā had Ā always Ā been Ā a Ā little Ā bit Ā OLD Ā FASHIONED Ā after Ā all, Ā & Ā the Ā vintage Ā sheen Ā of Ā the Ā Polaroid Ā is Ā beautiful, Ā if Ā not Ā EERIE. Ā But Ā perhaps Ā thatās Ā the Ā point, Ā isnāt Ā it Ā ? Ā Dannyās Ā smile Ā certainly Ā says Ā so. Ā & Ā the Ā reaction Ā that Ā the Ā picture Ā pulls Ā from Ā him Ā is Ā contagious. Ā The Ā miserable Ā twist Ā of Ā the Ā corpseās Ā face Ā makes Ā Jiwoonās Ā stomach Ā do Ā a Ā giddy Ā little Ā loop, Ā & Ā a Ā lopsided Ā grin Ā follows Ā on Ā his Ā face Ā when Ā he Ā looks Ā to Ā his Ā killer.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā šššš¦. Ā ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Comes Ā the Ā simple Ā reply, Ā & Ā Jiwoon Ā glances Ā back Ā at Ā the Ā picture Ā for Ā one Ā more Ā moment Ā before Ā reaching Ā to Ā pat Ā an Ā affectionate Ā palm Ā against Ā the Ā side Ā of Ā Dannyās Ā head. Ā He Ā is Ā a Ā special Ā kind, Ā thatās Ā for Ā certain Ā ā Ā dragging Ā evidence Ā around Ā with Ā him Ā everywhere Ā he Ā goes. Ā But Ā perhaps Ā thatās Ā part Ā of Ā the Ā rush, Ā for Ā him. Ā & Ā really, Ā doesnāt Ā Jiwoon Ā do Ā the Ā same Ā ? Ā The Ā screams Ā in Ā his Ā music Ā are Ā just Ā DISTORTED Ā enough Ā to Ā obscure Ā proof Ā from Ā a Ā detectiveās Ā eye.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Jiwoon Ā leans Ā against Ā the Ā back Ā of Ā Dannyās Ā chair, Ā lazily Ā draping Ā an Ā arm Ā over Ā his Ā shoulder Ā as Ā he Ā peers Ā back Ā down Ā towards Ā his Ā wallet Ā with Ā an Ā unsated Ā curiosity. Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā š·š Ā š¦šš¢ Ā āšš£š Ā šššš Ā šš Ā š”āššš Ā ? Ā ā
He knows Jiwoon will understand. There are so few who understand the artistry, the thrillĀ of what Danny does. The mementos he keeps from his victims are sometimes even more thrilling than the moment his knife plunges into them, and the post-murder selfie is a ritual he simply cannot pass on. Over the years he has amassed quite the collection of damning evidence, and each risk he takes with them is another absolutelyĀ irreplaceableĀ thrill. Jiwoon is the same. Where Danny savours the sightĀ of his victims, Jiwoon clings to the sound, shares it with the world, lets it work them up to a frenzy without realising what they are listening to.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Itās beautiful. Danny respects it, but he would never dream of sharing his own memories so widely. His are so precious, shared only with himself and those he holds the closest.Ā
Ā Ā Ā The way Danny looks at the photo is endearing bordering on obsessive. Even when he leans his head gently against Jiwoonās, he cannot tear his eyes away.Ā āNo,ā he answers plainly, distracted, rubbing his thumb against the already-worn edges of the photograph.Ā āHe was my first. But...ā Carefully folding the photo, Danny tucks it away again, then digs his finger into the clear plastic pocket where his driverās license is, tugging it and two other cards out. On top is JED OLSEN, the one he displays to the world. The one on the bottoms belongs to DANNY JOHNSON, the man Jiwoon knows. Between the two is a familiar face ā the other man in the polariod, his lips pressed together, not quite smiling in his official photo.Ā āHe was alive when they took this,ā Danny says, and thereās something almost affectionate in his voice.Ā āI hold onto it. Keep it safe. It seemed a shame to leave it.ā
