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We Met At Midnight.

Do you ever stop and think about how silly our lives are?

Every day, we walk past strangers.

We, in some way, are a part of their lives.

We don't know them, we don't know anything.

We don't pay attention to what they look like or the type of person we could assume they are.

We just walk on, continue our day.

Just think, we don't know who we're walking next to on a crowded street.

A person about to jump from a building in mere minutes.

A person about to quit their job and turn to drinking over a breakup.

A person about to sell sex for money.

A person about to kill someone.

On a cold night in August, there are many things a young woman could be doing. Going to night school, making someone of herself. Maybe visiting an old friend and staying over. However, 23 year old Iseul was doing none of the above. She was going to work. Though, it wasn't the ideal kind of work your parents wanted.

Your parents want you to be a lawyer or a doctor. Anything that requires years of college so they can brag to their friends about you having such a great future. Her job was normal, nothing out of the ordinary. She was a waitress at a small coffee shop. See? Normal.

Though she loved her job, she wanted a change. Even if it were a job offer at a larger coffee shop. She just needed something different. This job has been hers for years, so she felt it was time to upgrade.

Everyone told her in her teen years that she was pretty enough to be a model, so she did consider that. Of course, she'd never go through with it. It just wasn't her style.

Being late was a thing Iseul never did, but look at her now.

"Fifteen minutes late, " Iseul said to herself on the subway.

She had almost completely forgotten that she volunteered for the night shift tonight.

As the doors opened, she gently tried to push people out of her way. To no avail, of course. She was too nice to push people or tell them to move. Because of this, she politely walked with the small crowd. She was already fifteen mintues late, what's a few more minutes?

Everyone had filed off of the subway, giving her access to the stairs leading to the surface. She ascended up the stairs, met with the shine of moonlight and building lights. Though it looked like a lively town, barely anyone roamed the streets. If someone did, they had another person with them.

Though Iseul was alone and practically defenseless, she didn't mind. She wasn't scared. Nothing had happened to her walking these streets at night.

The coffee shop at which she worked was a few blocks away from where she was, so it shouldn't be too dangerous. She walked cautiously, though, remembering to keep her eye peeled just incase.

The farther she went, the less worried and more comfortable she became. She let her guard down, just when she needed it.

"Umph!" was the noise she made as a hand wrapped around her mouth and pulled her into the darkness.

She was thrown to the ground. Her hand landed on something... wet? Lifting her hand, she caught a small wiff of blood. A smell she had always despised.

'Is it my blood...?' She thought to herself.

It couldn't be! She didn't fall that hard.

She put her hand on the ground to push herself back up, but what she felt wasn't concrete.

'A... hand??'

Immediately, she jumped up and tried to run from the cold hand she just touched, only to run into a person. She couldn't see him clearly enough to really see his face, but the moonlight highlighted his outline.

"You have to help! I-I think there's a dead person over there!" Iseul exclaimed to the complete stranger, looking for help.

"Yeah, he's dead, " a deep voice emitted from the dark shadow in front of her.

"Do something, please! There's probably a murderer here somewhere!" She said franticly.

"You're right, " he said with a sly tone, "Hey, maybe you should be quiet. The murderer might hear you and get us both."

"Good thinking, " she whispered in reply, completely unaware of the evil smile she was facing.

She turned her back on the man and took her phone out, turning on the flashlight. Pointing it towards the body on the ground, she slowly walked over and investigated. The dead man had a look of pure terror on his face.

She drug her hand down his face and closed his eyes. This was mostly a respect thing, but also because it was creepy. Of course, she has yet to notice the creepiest thing about this setting.

Footsteps approached her from behind, and she could only assume it was the mystery man. Curious, she turned and aimed the light towards him. Bad idea.

The man was handsome, yes. But that wasn't the key factor here. No, there was more to this picture than that.

He wore a grin that she had sworn stretched from ear to ear. On top of this, there was blood all over him.

Her mouth dropped as she backed away from him, moving until her back hit the wall. Antagonizingly slow, he stepped toward her.

"Please, don't kill me! I won't tell anyone, I swear!" She exclaimed.

He laughed menacingly as his stare pierced into her.

"Oh, really?" He asked.

She nodded frantically, hoping that she would somehow get lucky, which seemed unlikely at this point. He continued to step closer, no matter what she said.

"If you don't stop, I swear, I will scream as loud as I can!"

"Oh, and what exactly will that do? It definately won't keep you alive." He really seemed to be enjoying himself in his own sick way.

"What can I do? I'll do anything!"

"Shine your light on yourself, " he smiled sickly as he spoke.

She did as she was told, and it made him smile even larger.

"You're pretty, almost like a model, " he told her, stroking her cheek lightly with his hand. She shivered at his touch.

The whole situation seemed unreal for Iseul. Honestly, she should have stuck with the day shift. This wouldn't be happening if she had.

"Tell me, doll. What's your name?"

"M-my name is Iseul, " she replied.

"Iseul, you're mine now."

Fear instatly struck her face. What did he mean 'his'? She was a person, not an object. If this was the price she had to pay for staying alive, she might as well be killed.

Iseul was prepared to scream like her life depended on it. Which, ironically, it did.

As she opened her mouth to call for help, she looked at him and was immediately stopped by her mind. He smiled and shook his head no, bringing one hand to cover his mouth and the other to hold a gun formed with his fingers to his head.

Just think, we don't know who we're walking next to on a crowded street.

A person about to kill someone.