After you bought another company in South Korea, you decided to settle down there. You never thought you would become one of the richest men in the country, or the most lucky when it comes to girls. Especially one kind of girls: kpop idols.
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You immediately know it's a dream as soon as you open your eyes. Your body is that of an 18 year old. Standing in front of a large, dark building you feel shivers run down your spine. Your friends made you do this. A bet. A bet that could earn you 200 bucks. Is it worth it? Maybe not. And yet, here you are. Although you are scared, you still want to find out what's going on in this building. The cold night air messes up your hair. The stars and the moon seem unusual gloomy. There are stories of some sort of ghost or witch or something. Hiding in this abandoned building. If the stories are true, no one has gone in there for two years now. You gulp, the palms of your hands starting to sweat. The huge double doors are covered in yellow tape. "Caution" is written in big black letters all over them. One of the doors is slightly ajar. Not creepy at all. You try to squeeze through the gap, hoping to not make a sound. Your backpack feels heavy on your shoulders. You win the bet, when you leave this building tomorrow morning. Hopefully alive. For now, you plan to make your way to the roof, hoping to be able to sleep up there. There shouldn't be so much potential trouble up there. The problem is just getting there. You hear your steps echo through the empty building as you start to climb the stairs. The bright circle of light from your flashlight illuminates the walls. A cold breeze rushes through the building. You hear some weird noise further upstairs. You stop in your tracks. It sounded like someone was walking. But the sound is gone now. Maybe that was just your imagination. You sigh as you reach the first floor. Five more to go. The circle of light keeps dancing on the walls in front of you as you begin the climb for the second floor. Another sound. Your heart is almost in your throat. After a second you realize it's just rain. Heavy drops hitting the building and some of the broken windows down the hall. You get a little wet as you climb the stairs, the rain making the steps slippery. But if it rains, you can't sleep on the roof. You groan in annoyance. Your heart stops. There it is again. The sound somewhere in the building. As if someone is walking. You ponder if you should just run. Just run for your life without looking back. There is definitely something here. Something that already seems to know about your presence. You reach the second floor. Your senses heightened. Should you really turn back? But that would be so embarrassing. You just hurt some stuff. Probably just the wind. You start to take the stairs to the third floor. After a couple of steps, you freeze. Your heart almost stops. The light of your flashlight shows you a scene you never wanted to see.
A woman is sitting on the stairs. Her dark eyes seem cold. And yet they look like they can burn with fire. Her dark hair is held back by a ponytail. Most of her body is covered in a black and orange fur coat. The patterns and colors remind you of lava. Two necklaces are decorating her neck and a huge golden flower ring is slipped on her finger. The most eye catching are her boots though. They are white and almost reach her knees. The heels look quit high, which makes you think that these can't be comfortable at all. The most disturbing thing is the fact that splashes of blood are on them. Her white boots are covered in blood.
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"Hello there, hero." "Wha-What?" Her voice sounds sultry. Her eyes seem to stare into your soul as she keeps talking. "You are the first one after quite a while. I was almost getting bored." "You.... You live here?" She chuckles. It's a beautiful sound. For some reason you expected it to sound evil. Like that of a witch. "Of course not. But I do feel some sort of connection to this place." You hesitantly nod. She seems nice, but you would argue that her boots say otherwise. "What's you name, hero?" "It's-It's (y/n). But why do you keep calling me that?" The woman chuckles again. "Only heroes are brave enough to face me." "Ah." You nod in fake understanding. This woman seems to be a little out of her mind. Or is this actually something supernatural? "You are here because you want to feel my warmth though, am I right?" "Your-Your, sorry, what?" "My warmth. The people in this area send me dozens of heroes over the last hundreds of years." What is she talking about? Is she actually that old? But she can't be human then. "Y-You are here for over a hundred years?" "Don't young men like you prefer an older woman?" "What?" Another chuckle. "You don't seem to have a clue what's going on." "I-I don't." The woman slowly let's her fur coat glide off her shoulders. Her black top is decorated with some lace around her cleavage. The straps show of her naked shoulders. She rests her chin on her hand.
