Alexander Cho is the handsome only son of one of the biggest conglomerates in South Korea. But his world violently spins into darkness after he is forced to split up with his foreigner lover and contend with the shocking crimes of his family's busin...
A/N: Warning: this entry will include descriptions of gore and contain references to suicide and depression. Read at your discretion. -----------------------------------------------------
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MONDAY, APRIL 10th
I startled awake on a blanket of snow to a pounding headache. An uncomfortable feeling washed over me, invoking the urge to roll over and hurl the nonexistent contents of my stomach.
I don't know how I knew—but I was being hunted.
In the moonlight, I could see the faint illumination of ghost white shredded by ticks of black. Birch trees. I think I was in the Wondaeri forest. I don't know how I could still remember it given that I'd been there only once in my life—and that was for a school field trip.
My breaths came in puffs that dissipated into the night. Unfortunately, my silk pajamas were the only clothes I had on. Strange how I could feel the cold sinking into my bones.
I immediately got up and began sprinting up the trail, repetitively looking behind me to see if I was still being followed. A spindly shadow hungrily swallowed the snow before it as it pursued me. Then, not too far behind it, I could make out the silhouette of someone dressed in a dark windbreaker. There was a shotgun in their left hand. From their striking height and padded shoulder width, I guessed them to be a man.
I tripped over a stone, causing blood to gush from my right foot. It was at that moment that I realized I also didn't have any shoes on.
Oh god, I thought to myself, this is not a good sign.
I saw the roof of what looked like a gazebo at the top of the hill. I started my journey up the slope, limping with each step, blood leaving a crimson trail behind me.
There was no other place to run and hide. I had to opt to take refuge behind the gazebo and hope that my pursuer wouldn't check that place. By this logic, I knew I could easily be found, but I needed a temporary hiding spot to buy some time to think of a better plan. Otherwise, I prayed that I would be lucky enough for them not to notice the red stains sodding the snow.
A foolish wish. I would be killed in seconds.
I stumbled behind the gazebo, pressing my back hard against the wall. Frantic breaths swelled from my chest and exploded into the night air in puffs of vapor. I tried reaching down to wipe at my bare foot in vain. Now my fingers were stained with the same crimson that betrayed me to the snow.
"Stop, you idiot, and come out to fight!" A voice rang out, followed by the sound of a chainsaw revving up in the distance. When did the man change his weapon?
