LOST

Chapter 3

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Violence/mention of kidnapping/foul language
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As the two girls walked away from the steel building, Ji-Yeon couldn't help but wonder what Luna's story with Wonho was. Clearly, Luna was close to him, but just how deep was her relationship with him. She tried to shake the thoughts from her mind. She tried to think about the situation at hand and what she was going to do about it. But those thoughts were short-lived. Her mind seemed to drift back to him. Back to the way his bare arms seemed to glisten under the grey suns light. The way his focus never wavered from his work. Or the fact that his voice was deep and soft.

Her heart fluttered as she thought about how his piercing gaze never wavered from hers. Placing a hand on her cheek, she could feel a sudden heat coming from it. She began to wonder if it was from being exposed to the 'fresh air'. She laughed, obviously that wasn't the case. The more she thought of him the more she grew curious about him.

Ji-Yeon looked back to Luna, who still looked pissed. She had been pouting since the two of them stepped back outside. Now might not be a good time to bring up Luna's relationship with Wonho. So instead, Ji-Yeon decided to talk about something else.

"So," Ji-Yeon started, "How long have you been in Lost Haven?"

"14," Luna replied.

"14 Years?" Ji-Yeon asked.

"Yep," Luna replied, "Lady Ahri found me in a neighboring city, cold, alone and hungry. She took me in, just like the others."

"I see," Ji-Yeon said, "She sounds like a nice woman."

"She is," Luna said, "She has a heart of gold. Unlike that father of yours."

"Tell me about it," Ji-Yeon said.

The more Ji-Yeon spoke with Luna the more she seemed to brighten up. Ji-Yeon knew all too well what it was like to be alone. Her father was never one for warm hugs or any sort of love for that matter. Which often made her wonder why her father would ever have a child, to begin with. Perhaps he thought he could raise her to be just like him. A stiff shirt, who only cared about one thing, himself. Ji-Yeon was closer with Ren and some of the other guards than her father. Which was fine by her.

It wasn't much longer until the two came up to an old townhouse. Its paint had faded to the point where couldn't really tell what the color had been. In most places, there was bare wood and scratches everywhere. There were a few places missing from the stairs as well as on the porch. The door was a faded gray with the letters 'L' and 'Y' sprayed painted in blue paint. Clearly, this was Luna and Yuki's home.

The interior was just as Ji-Yeon had expected. It looked exactly like the house she had just been in. The wallpaper on the walls had been, in some places, torn right off and on other walls, it looked as though it had just started peeling. As they walked into the main room, to the left was the living room. Inside was a broken TV, some tilted empty picture frames, more scratches on the walls, a window with now glass and curtains that had been torn halfway down. In the center of the room was a broken table with a couple of glasses sitting on top of it. Behind the table was a blueish couch. It looked older than anything Ji-Yeon had ever seen. Portions from the backrest was missing and the springs had poked out of one of the cushions.

Ji-Yeon felt her heart sink. She would be spending god knows how many days here. Lowering her gaze she wondered if the upstairs was any better. It wasn't. As Luna led the way up the short, curved staircase, Ji-Yeon only saw that walls worsen. On the ceiling where large holes, where light may have once hung, allowing you to see into the rafters. She shuddered at the sight of all the cobwebs that laid scattered around the bare wood. The hallway was short, thank god. Luna paused about halfway down and pointed toward three doors.