The Girl with the Rose Tattoo

Chapter 2

**3 days after the attack**

(Woosung's POV)

I have no idea why, but lately, Dojoon and I have been getting strange looks from people. Not that we don't usually, but it seems to be worse than normal. This time they look terrified, like if I walked up to them and said "Boo," they would probably run away screaming. I dont know what's changed.

As I'm wandering along the street, minding my own business, there's a sudden outcry. Startled, I abruptly turn around and stare in disbelief at the scene in front of me. There were two tall, heavily armed men, restraining a panicked Dojoon. They were the very epitome of authority, with their guns hanging idly at their hips, the street reflected in their overly-large sunglasses. I throw a glance over my shoulder, only to find that were now surrounded by equally as menacing men. Shit. I dont remember breaking any laws recently.

Before I had a chance to react, the sound of several guns cocking behind me made me freeze as one of the officials spoke up.

"We have a white and a red, one relatively high risk, the other medium risk."

What? Since when were they giving us risk categories?

Two of the men behind me lunge forward and grab me. Less than a moment later, something stabs into my neck. I turn to find that one of them injected something into me. I desperately struggle in their grip, only to find myself growing weaker by the second, my arms growing limp and my body swaying on my feet. My vision grows fuzzy and I try to blink it away, but it's no use. The last thing I see is Dojoon losing consciousness as I try to fight the chemicals coursing through my veins. However, my efforts are in vain as I feel this blackness smother me. Like a blanket, not a blanket of warmth but a blanket of coldness, making me shiver. Despite the chill of it, somehow it's making my eyes feel heavier and heavier. I finally close my eyes, the drugs finally sending me into a dreamless sleep.

**2 hours later**

I slowly started to wake up, opening my eyes to a dark room. For a moment, the world was a blur of dull colours. Then, as I properly awoke, everything came into focus. I wished it hadn't, for I found myself in a dark cell. I tried to move, but chains rattled, and I stopped at once. Shackles were tied around my ankles and wrists, chaining me to the solid brick wall behind me. Every time I so much as shifted, the chains made echoing noises that seemed to go on forever and the metal would rub against my skin like sandpaper.

I realized that I was lying face-down on my stomach, breathing in the rancid residue that coated the floor; it smelled like death. A steady dripping noise was coming from my left, and underneath that was the sound of distant footsteps.

My head throbbed. The pain felt like someone had taken a knife to my skull. Squeezing my eyes shut, I willed the pain to go away. The rest of the world became detached, all I could concentrate on was the pain rooted deep in my head. I could barely hear Dojoon attempting to get my attention. I knew he was trying, but somehow I barely registered his efforts. All I felt, all I knew was the pain of that moment. I wondered why Dojoon wasn't also chained up, but I guess it's because he isn't as "dangerous" as I am.

After a while, the pain started to subside and I finally caught on to what Dojoon was trying to tell me. The footfalls were becoming steadily louder; I scrambled to stand, straining against the blackness to see what or who was coming. I don't know what these people want with us, but whatever it is, I doubt it's going to be good.