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@Kyuhyun [Sorry for my long reply. q.q
And yours was great. :D]

The second that Zitao heard the knock on the front door, he positioned himself near the window in the back and was prepared at any minute to jump out of it when the door would bust open and police would run inside. No way in HELL was he getting caught. But to his surprise, it wasn't a policemen. Zitao peeked outside and saw no car, nor a badge or uniform on the man. Zitao sighed heavily and walked over to the door, flinging it open as he stared at the latter in front of him. His necklace (that he stole) glistened in the sunlight and he crossed his arms as he stared at the man in front of him. "There's a hotel/motel down the road," he mumbled towards the latter in Korean. After living here for so long, he got used to the language instead of just Chinese.

@{c} huang zitao. ( Sorry! I don't really.. Have will go write. ^^; But sorry for the long wait and here is my ty reply. )
Kyuhyun was dressed in a tux, his hair wasn't slicked to the side or back it was combed but still curly and a little young looking. The man was fixing his cuff links, his hands going up and fixing his tie soon after. The brunette smirked as he turn around and saw blood all over the room he was currently in. It wasn't his and he didn't even know the person who rented the room out. All he knew was that the police would be stupid enough to believe that this man did the murder two floors down. Kyuhyun took the elevator up towards his room and leaned against the elevator wall a bit. As soon as he was at his floor he immediately went to his room, grabbing a bag and walking out of the room back to the elevator. He checked out without a problem and soon was walking down the street. He pulled out a notebook from his bag and looked through the numerous pages of buildings that the cops would never think of as a hideout. He was currently walking to one nearby and he was a little tired. Killing someone can drain your energy. Kyuhyun saw the house and noticed some lights inside. The male groaned quietly before jogging up to the door, knocking on the door. "Hello? Is anyone in there? I'm lost and I don't know where a hotel is! I mean I think that's my fault for being Korean.." He trailed off to himself in his acting and made a face towards the ground.

@Kyuhyun Footsteps echoed into the night as the young eighteen-year old walked among the streets. It was after midnight and the homeless teenager (young adult) was heading out to the place that he usually stayed to get away from people. It was in the woods and was desolated from other people who bothered him. Besides, he wasn't about to stay in a hotel (that he was sneaking into) that had just found a man dead inside. There were absolutely no clues whatsoever and the police were at a stump to figure out who the person behind this was, but from what they assumed, it was a man who was doing all of these murders in the neighborhood just recently. There were just no leads to the criminal. Rubbing his hands through his hair, Zitao reached into his pocket and pulled out the expensive necklace that he had stolen from the music store just earlier today. It looked extremely valuable, but Zitao didn't grab the necklace just for the price, he stole it because it were Chinese letters in HIS name. Why was his name on a necklace that was in a music store? He didn't know, but he had wanted it- so he grabbed it. No harm done, really. He's been stealing from a lot of people lately, and luckily for him, the police aren't worried about him in the slightest- just the murderer. Zitao let out a soft chuckle as he took a left from the road and started to walk down the path that led to the house that he had been living in now and then. It was run-down and had no power, but it was better to stay here than be caught out in the rain. Speaking of which, wasn't it supposed to be a horrible thunderstorm tonight? That's what he had heard from locals around the stores today. Ah well. He loved storms. Finally reaching the house that stood next to the creek, Zitao opened the door and walked inside, throwing his coat and hat to the side as he closed the door shut. He locked it tight and walked over to the lantern, grabbing the pack of matches and soon lighting it so he could bring some light into this place.

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