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The front door opens and Yeona listens as she hears people enter her house. She listens on as she hears her father start to talk, followed by unknown female voices. She silently creeps out of her room to sit on the stairs, watching as the two females come into her line of sight.

"You have a nice home, Heon Sung." One woman smiled.

"Ah, thank you very much. It's just me and my daughter, Yeona, since my wife passed." Her father says, sadness laced in his words.

"Oh, I'm very sorry for your loss." The other woman put a hand on her dad's shoulder.

Yeona's dad looks up and smiles sadly at the woman, catching a glimpse of her face at the top of the stairs.

"Yeona, why don't you introduce yourself to these lovely women?" He says, gesturing to the females standing next to him.

She debates with herself, wanting to meet the women but wanting no part in her father's game. She silently scoffs at herself and gives a small wave.

"Hello." She says quietly.

She gives the two ladies no chance to respond before going back up the stairs into her room, shutting the door behind her.

Since my wife passed.

Yeona rolled her eyes at the sentence, scoffing out loud at the line. She knew her father didn't miss her mother one bit. It was the one time he made the mistake of letting her watch as he killed her mother in front of her eyes. She remembers when her father had pushed the woman down the stairs, watching in terror as she let go of her birthday hat that had the number ten scrawled on it. She had to listen as her father had blatantly lied to the police, telling them that she had fallen down the stairs on her own. And the police believed him, but Yeona's feelings for her father were forever changed from that day on. The once playful and cheery child had become closed off and cold to the rest of the world.

Her father had said long ago that if she had told anyone about what she saw, she would be next in line. So, whenever he would bring someone home, she would always leave the house so she wouldn't see or hear anything. Their faces were always on the news the very next morning and her father would always be so proud of himself for hiding the bodies where no one would ever find them. It's almost like he never had enough of it, the thrill of being a murderer was never enough for him to stop.

She looked out of the window at the night sky and sighed, opening it up to climb onto the roof all while taking out a cigarette. The smoke rises into the air as she exhales slowly. The night itself was still and the air was warm, like it was waiting for something to happen. She looks up at the full moon, smiling at its magnificence. She takes another drag from the cigarette before extinguishing it on the roof shingles and stands up to walk over to the tree that connects to her house.

She grabs branch after branch, climbing down to the base of the tree to cross the yard to her small hiding place under the porch. She pulls out a large duffel bag, opening it up to smile at all of her toys inside of it. She pulls out sunglasses and puts it on along with her bandanna before lugging the bag away from her house to her favorite graffiti site. She takes out a couple cans of spray paint before pulling the bandanna over her mouth to start spraying the wall.

"Yo, Yeona! Wanna drink?" A voice from behind her asks.

She turns around to see her best friend, Ji, standing at a small picnic table with a beer in his hand. She pulls down her mask to reveal a smirk as she holds her hands open, catching the bottle as he tosses it to her. He watches as she chugs the bottle, throwing it toward the trash can to land perfectly inside of it before turning back to the wall, ignoring him as he claps at her throw. She assumed that he was already drunk judging from the three empty beer bottles on the table, knowing that he was such a lightweight. She, on the other hand, could handle her alcohol and it took longer for her to get drunk.

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