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After a long and tiring flight, getting robbed was the last thing on my to-do list. As much as I would love to defend Korea, there was no doubt that I would never ever want to live here. It was bullshit, the people here, their living habits, how low class they were.
Utter. Bullshit.
Somehow, with the help of the fifty thousand won the robbers spared me of, I got to the Geumga Plaza by taking a cheap bus. Abus. I never expected to be riding in a damn bus.
Now, I stood in front of the building I swore to destroy. I hope the tenants are not too stubborn and vacate the building almost instantly. I do not intend on waiting too much to get the gold sitting in the locked basement.
"Sir?" A familiar voice broke me out of my thoughts and my gaze switched to see Mr. Cho, the owner of Geumga Plaza walking towards me, an astonished expression coating his features.
"Mr. Cho, have you been well?" I greeted him, offering a handshake.
"Yes." He said as he accepted my hand, his mouth still agape at my ruined attire. "What on earth happened to you?"
"It's nothing." I scoffed, recalling those bastards' faces who did this to me. "What about my residence?" I cut to the point.
"I heard you were coming, so I told one of the tenants to make space for you in their apartment. I apologize, but you will have to share your residence with another person." Mr. Cho said. "But I put all your items and clothes from Italy in your personal room."
I hummed, thinking about sharing an apartment. "I hope my roommate won't bother me much."
"No, she definitely won't—"
"She?"
"I apologize, I hope it won't be much of a problem to you."
I huffed. "No problem. I'm not here for much longer anyway." I said. "Let's go then."
He smiled, nodding his head. "Yes, why not."
As we made small talk on the building matters, I didn't realize when we reached the apartment I was to stay in. The floor was silent, but the sounds of babies crying and people shouting could be heard throughout the building. It was very... unsettling.
As Mr. Cho opened the door to the apartment, I leaned over the railing to look down at the view, but before I could even set my gaze on a thing, I felt something sticky touch my hand.
Mr. Cho must have noticed because a surprised gasp escaped him and I looked back at him, my hand now dirty because of whatever substance it was. "Sir—" His voice came out squeaky as I looked at him with a mixture of disgust and disappointment. "The bathroom.." He trailed off, gesturing to the open door.
