It was just a regular day in Busan.
Normal, a little too normal for your liking.
You were wondering around the city, it being your first time in Korea ever.
Passing by shop windows and random restaurants, you didn't notice someone was watching you for the dark alleys of the city.
The tall, beautiful man eyed you closely. Inspecting you as if you were a project being graded. He was grading you in fact, grading you based off of the things he looked for in his women, in his lover.
He was a handsome, young man, yet he was sick in the head. He wasn't sick as in pervert sick, my god no, just a psychological man who was deadly.
Deadly, but so lonely.
Ever since you got off the plane in Seoul, he's been keeping a close eye on you. Following your ever move. He didn't want to lose sight of you.
You caught his attention the moment you confusingly looked at the signs of the airport, trying to figure out where the baggage claim was.
You were beautiful to him. So beautiful that he couldn't allow anyone to have you.
It was as if you were made just for him.
Night began to fall as you continued wandering blindly through the brightly colored city.
The moon was shining bright and the stars were aligned perfectly.
It was the perfect Busan night.
About an hour passed and you discovered you wandered off too far from your hotel.
You were now lost, lost in a city you weren't familiar with and unfortunately in the worst part of the city.
Lucky you huh?
Your phone was dead. You were tired. You were hungry and you were lost.
Things were really looking great for you.
-First POV-
Looking around I noticed how the night seemed more threatening than before. The atmosphere was deadly, brutal and toxic. I didn't feel comfortable being alone in such a dull part of the city.
Nothing looked familiar in any way, not even the occasional cabs passing through.
They looked scarier.
I began walking along the sidewalk, hoping to see some type of payphone of store close by, but to no avail.
Everything was pretty much dead here.
The wind began to blow harsher against my barely covered skin, chills starting to raise on my arms.
I felt as if I was being watched by some unseen person, or thing.
I didn't like that feeling, it gave me too many bad scenarios.
I continued walking, hope still burning within me, the only thing keeping me from freezing to death in the massive temperature drop.
It was getting darker, colder.
I didn't even know what time it was, or where I was.
Then it dawned upon me, I could get killed in these parts of the city and no one would ever know, nor would they notice.
I was a foreigner, no one here would notice I was missing.
They wouldn't even care.
With those thoughts running through my head I began to walk faster, until I heard an entra set of footsteps behind me, close behind me.
I wanted to look back and make sure I wasn't delusional, but I've seen too many horro films and knew where that would lead me to.
No way in hell was I turning back.
A low, demonic chuckle interrupts my walking.
I freeze in place.
The only source of light, the street lamp I happened to be standing under.
I was in plain sight.
"Well, well, I don't think you should be in these parts of the city doll. It's dangerous."
It took all of the courage and energy left in my to turn around and address the insanely deep voiced man.
I was terrified.
I didn't know who he was or what he was capable of. What do you even do on this type of situation?
I sure as hell didn't know.
"You're literally shaking doll. Is that from the cold or from fear? Maybe both?"
You looked up to the bright blonde, handsome, tall stranger that you just wanted him to punch you in the face because he was so hot.
(Okay that was extra, wtf)
"Who are you?"
It's as if your question was hilarious to him. All he did was smile and tilt his head off to the side.
"It doesn't matter who I am darling."
"What exactly matters then?"
"Taking what belongs to me."
You wanted to run, you wanted to scream for help, but you couldn't.
What did he mean by 'take what belongs to him.'
As if reading your thoughts he straightens up his posture and fixes his collar.
"You know exactly what, excuse me, who I'm referring to, don't you (Y/N)?"
All you saw was red.
You were fucked.
