SeoulSeekers

I swallowed hard, shaking my head as I rounded the corner to walk down the dimly lit street. A chill ran down my spine and I got a gut feeling that I should turn around and head back home. But, this was my last option, no one else was willing to hire me. I mean, the owner of this place had never returned my messages, so coming in person was the only logical thing I could think of.

I could see the blood red sign glowing and lighting up the street with it's terrifying looking color. I clutched my phone tightly in my hands as I approached the door. I peered inside the building. It looked closed, but I could see a sign of light coming from deeper inside the shop. I stepped back, reaching out and grabbing the door. I pulled on it, surprised that it opened. I stepped inside the dark building, glancing around at the designs on the walls. My fingers twitched with the urge to hold the equipment that was surrounding nearby work spaces.

I was pulled from my thought when I heard what sounded like a muffled scream and went towards the noise. As I grew closer, I saw light coming from behind a cracked door. I stopped just outside of it, feeling my heart pounding in my ears as I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. "Come on, Kiara. You got this."

With that, I pushed open the door, my eyes closing shut as they adjusted to the light. However, when I did finally open my eyes, I saw a horrific scene before my eyes.

A man, tied to a wooden chair with a gag in his mouth. Blood was dripping down his cheeks and covered his entire body. With the amount of blood on him, I couldn't even see his face. Behind him, stood a man covered head to toe in tattoos, a bloody knife in his right hand. He stared at me, and for some reason I couldn't move. I knew I had to leave, but my body refused to move as my heart pounded in my ears.

"You wandered into the wrong tattoo shop, princess,"