Hoseok pov:-
Years ago (early 90’s), my father was driving me home and we saw a man lying on the ground in the strangest position. Kneeling, with his head on the ground and bent at a sharp angle so that he faced the street. It was two in the morning and the man was covered in sweat with his eyes open. We pulled over and I hopped out of the car to check on this guy. His eyes were wide open and he seemed like… his face wasn’t moving, but it really felt like he was pleading for help. He didn’t respond at all when called out to him. No blinking, glassy eyes. I reached out to touch him and he was ice cold. I’m sure he wasn’t breathing.
This was before cell phones, so we hopped back in the car and we sped back to our house to call 9-1-1. Ten minutes later, the police called back to ask for the cross streets again. Apparently, they arrived at the corner and there was nothing there. My father verified that they had the right spot and they said they would call back if they needed any more information. That was the last we ever heard about it. We checked the newspaper for the next few weeks, but we never found out anything else about that man.
