FALLEN WONDERLAND 「LEE SOO HYUK & SEO YEA JI FICTION」

14: Fallen's Team

Warnings: Concepts contained in this chapter are dark and mind-bending. You were warned!

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On a drowsy night, while everyone in the Seo residence was sound asleep, a single light flickered to life in the west wing of the house. As the light spilled out into the hallway, it revealed a room filled with clothes - a mountain of black fabric that seemed to stretch up to the ceiling.

Standing amidst the chaos was a slender figure, dressed head to toe in black. The fabric clung to her skin like a second layer, emphasizing the curves of her body and accentuating her small, unique-sized waist. Her black long-sleeved shirt hugged her arms, while her leather jeans and jacket clung to her legs and torso in all the right places. She slipped her feet into a pair of matching black boots, completing the look.

As she grabbed her keys, phone, and backpack and hurried out of her room, the clothes rustled around her like a sea of darkness. But despite the chaos, the girl moved with effortless grace, her outfit perfectly tailored to her body and her movements. Every step she took was a study in style and confidence, her black-clad figure cutting through the darkness like a knife.

It did not take long and she stepped inside the garage, looking for her motorcycle. In the garage, she straddled a sleek black motorcycle, the perfect complement to her ensemble. As she approached the sleek, black motorcycle, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. The machine was a thing of beauty, with a powerful engine that rumbled beneath her feet and a glossy finish that caught the sunlight in all the right ways. She swung her leg over the seat, settling onto the soft leather of the saddle and taking in the details of the bike's design. The handlebars were thick and sturdy, with a set of controls that felt smooth and responsive to the touch.

As she turned the key in the ignition, the engine roared to life, filling the air with a deep, throaty growl that sent shivers down her spine. She revved the throttle a few times, savoring the feeling of the power at her fingertips, before easing the bike into gear and rolling away from the curb.

At first, she took it slow, letting herself get used to the weight and balance of the bike as she navigated through the busy city streets. But as she gained confidence, she started to pick up speed, leaning into the turns and feeling the wind rush past her face as she tore down the open road.

The motorbike was surprisingly nimble, responding to every twist of the throttle and shift of her body with effortless grace. She could feel the power of the engine thrumming beneath her, pushing her forward with a force that was both exhilarating and a little bit terrifying. But she loved it. Loved the freedom of the open road, the rush of adrenaline that came with every turn and curve. As she rode, she felt alive in a way that she never had before, and she knew that this was just the beginning of a lifelong love affair with the motorcycle.

The night air was thick with tension as she rode her motorcycle, the sound of the engine cutting through the silence like a knife. She needed this - needed to get away from the world and focus on what mattered most. And so she rode, long past midnight until she found herself in front of an abandoned factory.

The factory was a creepy, foreboding presence, the kind of place that sent shivers down your spine just looking at it. But she wasn't afraid - not tonight. She parked her bike in a small opening behind the building, slipping off her helmet and donning a black face mask and baseball cap that she had stashed inside the bike's saddlebags.

Once she was sure that her face was hidden and her mind was set, she took a step into the factory. The ground was unsteady beneath her feet, littered with broken glass and rocks that crunched beneath her boots. The wind howled through the broken windows, and rain started to fall in a steady drumbeat against the roof.