In the heart of Oberoi village, the sun descended behind the hills, casting an amber glow over the modest homes and fields. Jungkook, the village’s panchayat leader at 29, stood at the center of the main square, his presence exuding an air of unyielding authority. He was a man shrouded in a cold demeanor, rarely seen smiling, his sharp features often set in a resolute expression. The villagers knew better than to cross him; his vigilance kept their community safe, and his resolve brought them stability

But present circumstances were testing even his stoic demeanor. Three weeks prior, two villagers had gone missing under suspicious circumstances. The whispers in the marketplace grew louder, shadows loomed larger, and fear began to grip the hearts of those who once had no reason to be afraid. Jungkook could sense the tension, the reluctant glances exchanged between neighbors, the hushed conversations that fluttered away when he approached. He needed to act

Jungkook: he is in his mansion sitting on Swing while reading news paper he notice his mom come

His mom: here see this girl pic and tell me how she is

Jungkook: for what mom tell me

His mom: first see it and tell me