Blood's on the floor

Who are you? Who am I?

Darkness—that's all I could see when I woke up. My eyes struggled to find light as I carefully felt around my surroundings, trying to grab something and recognize my position in the room. I was careful not to make any noise; I had to escape before something tragic occurred.

I stood up but before I could take another step, I felt a cold hand grasp my waist.

I froze.

-"Where do you think you're going?"- a raspy voice said.

I felt a shiver run down my back as a knot formed in my throat.

-"Aren't you going to answer?"- he chuckled in a low voice.

-"Who are you? Why am I here?"- I said, a hint of annoyance in my voice.

-"How about you tell me your name?"- he smirked, and my eyes widened at the sight of something so beautiful—his light blue eyes sparkling under the moonlight.

I quickly looked away in embarrassment.

He looked at me in confusion, then smiled once again before saying, "So, what's your name?"

-"Why should I tell you? I don't even know who you are. Plus, you kidnapped me."- I mumbled in a bothered tone.

He looked at me, his smirk changing into an intimidating gaze. He stood up, walked towards me, and then I realized he had completely ignored me just to grab a bottle from a shelf behind me. He opened it, poured himself a glass of what looked like vodka, and drank it like if were water; without flinching or making any kind of face. After that, he placed the cup on a small wooden table beside a chair at the end of the room.

-"You can call me Zhenya."-

-"Zhenya..."- I mumbled, questioning what kind of name that was. But it wasn't surprising; after all, we were in Russia, and this guy was a total stereotype of a Russian man—blue eyes, blonde hair, tall?

-"Name's Kwon Taek-joo,"- I said suspiciously as I looked at Zhenya's face.

Zhenya smiled, satisfied with this result, then said in a cold tone, -"Are you perchance Korean?"-

My eyes widened at this comment, a million thoughts running through my mind. A stalker?! No... Lucky guess???... A spy?!... Mafioso?! Oh God, this can't be happening...

-"How do you know that?"- I asked anxiously.

Zhenya smiled and tilted his head to the side, sighing loudly. -"Your name sounded Asian, and you also look Asian."-

Taek-joo looked at him in confusion. -"Yeah, sure, but how did you know I was from Korea?"-

-"It was a lucky guess. Calm down."-

-"Sure..."-I said, looking as if I were criticizing him.

-"Taek-joo, I have a question."-

-"What?"-

-"What were you doing to be unconscious in the middle of the road?"-

-"Nothing."-

I could never tell this man what I was doing. After all, I am an undercover spy searching for "Anastasia," supposedly a nuclear weapon that corrupt Russians have hidden and are planning to use against other countries, one of them being South Korea, my country.

I moved towards the door, walking limply.

-"Thanks for everything, Zhenya. I'll be leaving now."-

-"No, you aren't going anywhere, Taek-joo."- Zhenya grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer, closing the space between us. I could feel the warmth of his body against my chest. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, carrying me to his bed.

-"WHAT THE HELL?!"- I tried to escape his grip, but it was hopeless. My body was weak because I hadn't eaten in days. I had no choice but to let him carry me wherever he was taking me.

-"Zhenya, let go!"- I screamed before he dropped me onto the sheets. He then grabbed my chin and made me look at him. I struggled and pushed him off me, surprisingly succeeding. I gave it my all, standing up and sprinting with all the energy I had left. I ran as fast as I could, my breath increasing by the second. When I reached the bedroom door, I found it was locked. Desperation drove me insane. With nothing else I could do, I started playing with the lock. But then I realized Zhenya was nowhere to be seen. He had completely disappeared. Panicked, I tried breaking down the door. Using all my strength, I managed to crack it open and swiftly ran out the front door, only to be met by a gigantic gate. I quickly grabbed onto the gate's metal poles and started climbing upwards. Just when it seemed I was going to escape, something grabbed my ankle. It was Zhenya.

-"Oh, please... you didn't actually think that would work, did you?"-