Yeri stormed over to Irene's house, thinking she was the one who murdered her sister. She didn't even bother to knock, knowing the spare key was in the flower plant to the left of the door. She jammed it into the door knob and stomped into the big house.

"Ye-" Irene was cut off by the younger girl pulling a gun out of the waistband of her jeans. She pointed it at the other's forehead and shoved her against a wall, keeping her hand on the trigger.

"Give me one good reason not to shoot you right now!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Because I didn't kill your sister. One of you has finally decided to play along with the game. Who knows, maybe it was you who did it." The older girl shrugged, making Yeri more furious.

"I did not kill my own sister! I'm not a murderer!" She fumed, making Irene chuckle and gesture towards the gun. Yeri guiltily took the gun away from her forehead and was about to put it back into her pants when the older girl grabbed it out of her hand and pointed it at her.

"Poor naive Yeri. You should've shot me when you had the chance." Irene laughed maniacally. She pulled the trigger and a loud gunshot rang out throughout the whole neighborhood.

Irene crouched by her friend's dying body.

"You should've never done that. He's mine."