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Chapter 3 - That Night

The night of the incident in the Seoul Alley

The night air was still. It was unusually warm for the beginning of spring. (YN) sighed and put up her hood, "I really hope it's not going to rain." She trudged through the street which had started to come alive with the night life. The buzzing neon signs had been turned on, the smell of cigarettes and liquor had started to fill the air. Drunks were appearing on the streets and stumbling aimlessly. Merchants were peddling their cheap street food. It was this time of night that (YN) loved best.

She had been wandering for a while, killing time until she was supposed to meet a customer. As shameful as it was, (YN) ran some simple scams, mostly selling knockoff products or blackmailing men. Since she was too young to have a job she did anything she could to make some money.

(YN) felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She took it out and checked the new message. It was from her customer. [I'm here, hurry up]. She was selling him a "designer" handbag for his girlfriend. This guy seemed like the perfect schmuck. How many boys knew how to tell real handbags from fake ones? (YN) messaged him, [omw to the meetup b there soon]. He was a little early, and quite pushy, but that was okay. (YN) didn't have much else to do tonight.

(YN) had arrived in the alleyway. A guy was crouching, waiting. When (YN) walked up to him, he stood up. "Let's see the bag," he demanded.

It was a little forward, but she was used to this kind of situation. "I have the bag here," she showed it to him and handed it over. He grabbed her wrist, making her drop the bag. He twisted her arm, and got right in her face.

"Do you think you're fucking smart?" he asked rhetorically. "What kind of shit are you trying to pull, huh!?" He tightened his grasp on the girl. "You think I don't know you're selling fakes? You sold my girl a knock-off pair of shoes last week. I came here to teach you a fucking lesson. I'm not afraid to beat the shit out of a girl." To most people he would have been intimidating. He was probably around 5'9" or 5'10". He was large as well. (YN) could tell that there was muscle under his fat. His eyes were fierce.

(YN) was not stupid enough to have not thought this far ahead. The only reason she had felt comfortable scamming these people was that she had trained in Krav Maga. Her parents had made her take classes for self defense. Growing up in Canada, they were worried about their cute Korean daughter being taken advantage of. Although she didn't feel much love for her parents she at least appreciated that much.

Through force, and using her attacker's weight against them, she managed to flip the guy on the ground. "It's not very manly of you to strong arm a little girl." She spat on him. "Either give me the money or give me back my bag." The guy on the ground growled.

"You fucking bitch." He raised his fingers to his mouth and gave a short whistle. From the shadows in the alley, two more guys approached, cracking their knuckles. So that's how it's going to be? (YN) figured she could probably take on the one guy, but she wasn't so sure about three. However, she didn't have time to back out now. She dropped her belongings and ran towards him.

As they brawled for what seemed like an hour, it was never certain who was winning. Looking down on everything that was happening, from a balcony on the main street, was the man who would rescue her.