Yoona ran to her room and closed the door tight. She walked to the mirror to exam the damage and sighed, thanking that it was not much.
She threw her navy blue dress that she had taken off before the fight. Climbing out of her black jeans and black tee she went for a long bath. She opened the tap and winced as the water stung to her bleeding knuckles. She filled the tub with warm water and sank in it relaxing her aching body. The last few hours replayed in her mind.
She walked to the bar to find Orina who was nowhere insight. She turned around to find a tall man standing behind her, he was not so tall about a inch from herself he had distinctive red hairs and a slightly built body.
"What?" Yoona asked annoyed because he was blocking her way.
"I need to talk to you about something" he said in a soothing voice.
"Do I even know you?" Yoona questioned him sarcastically
"No you don't but you have to listen to me, please its for your own sake and for your friends." The red head replied.
Yoona stopped for a minute and stared at him waiting for an explanation.
"I assume you've been given a task to kill four people..." He began.
Yoona gasped on what he said she opened her mouth but he cut her out.
"Just let me finish" he requested and Yoona nodded.
He began again.
"You have to help yourself, the person has given you the pictures of the three best undercover killers to kill and they are your own friends. He wants you dead and eventually all of you will kill your self and each other. And just like Orina........." He stopped and then began again.
"Don't do this okay and don't kill your friends I'm going to tell them too." He finished and walked away just when Adai came to her.
The world was shifting colors around Yoona, everything started to make sense. She felt angry and betrayed bit not by her friends but by herself.
"Yoona" she heard Adai call her but she pushed past her and went out.
She walked outside and past the familiar roads and houses. The wind was cold and dry, she wanted to cool down her anger and there was one way she could.
The underground fighting unit was hard to find but she eventually did. Strolling in she set her self for a fight, she took of her blue dress. She was wearing a black tee and jeans just the way she did.
The fight had been hard and long, her body ached but her mind relaxed. Nearly two in the morning she returned home leaving everyone shocked.
The warm water had soothed her body and she walked out of the tub, dried her body and pulled on some cloths when there was a soft tap on her room door.
