Deja Vu

Chapter 1

Ashley's POV

October 5, 2020

12:30 AM

It all feels so surreal, just five hours ago I watched as a man in a dark black suit as well, as 7 others, drained the life out of some poor man's eyes...after that it was a blur. The sharp grasp of a man grabbing my wrist, waking in a dark alley way with a note clung to my chest:

"You owe me one. Find me later."

My mind was going a million miles a minute, but I had no time to settle on any thoughts. By the time the shock settled in and my mind once again became centered, I saw red and blue lights flashing all around me. 'I'm a witness.' I thought to myself when I watched as two men approached me slowly. I shivered, do they think I did it? These men who claimed to be with the U.S Marshals Service told me to follow them to their vehicle so they could bring me in for questioning, they claimed that they knew I was a witness but wanted to see if I had any information that could help them. My mind was racing and empty all at once and before I knew it they asked me to follow them into the dimly lit building. It was cold and damp and reeked of black mold. I was still shivering but at this point I didn't know why.

"Miss, we would like to ask you some questions," one of the men stated plainly.

I looked up at them blankly. I hated to admit it, but all I could think about was the cold, dead, look plastered on that man's face. 'He didn't even care,' I thought to myself while bouncing my leg, now I was getting nervous.

They asked all the basic questions: "What did he look like?"..."Did he have any accomplices?" and, "Did you hear anything?"

I felt guilty being unable to answer most of them. After recalling what I could, they informed me I needed to pack a bag of my essentials. I was not able to say bye to anyone, or get on my phone. I was strictly told to go from here back to my home, with no stops in between. That's all.

After packing, I clutched the note, I didn't let those men know I had it. I reread it's cryptic message at least 400 times. Who the hell was this? Where the hell would I find him, and why was he close enough to those men to move me from harms way?

There was no way I was giving this note up. Something deep down told me that I had to hold onto it. I slipped it into my suitcase that I now began to pack up slowly. Once I finished packing the things I needed, I opened the envelope that contained my one way plane ticket that the U.S. Marshals gave to me.

South Korea.

I can't even speak Korean. How the hell would this work? How am I going to survive? I have a better chance living in America with this psycho coming after me than I do living there.

I sighed, grabbed my suitcase, and set foot out the door. An adventure was about to begin.