Shit. Where am I?

All I remember is being knocked out cold.

Is Nabi okay?

Where are the other maids and butlers?

I try pry my hands to be free, as they are tied together. I grunt in anger as it is nearly impossible to do so. Nothing in my body seems to be listening to me, as I fight my way through this situation. There is a quick passing of cold air, and I suspect that I must be locked int some sort of room. It would impossible if I'm inside. Someone infiltrates into my house, and tries to hurt Nabi...the thought of it already brings anger.

A lightbulb goes off in my head. The answer.

It's the man who took my memories away.

The thought of him brings anger to rise, and the cold air around the room gets me even angrier. There are snickers and shuffling from a different part of the area I'm in and I shout, "Show yourself!"

The snickers and the whispers continue, gradually getting louder. After a few minutes of annoyance, the door creaks open. The whispers immediately stops, and my ears try to follow and adjust itself inside the room. As the blinded sense of my eyes slowly shifts towards my ears, I try to make out where the footsteps. I feel a presence behind me and I ask angrily, "Who are you?"

The gentle footsteps circle around me and my blindfold is slowly taken off. My eyes are slowly getting clearer as I blink a few times. Immediately, I try to stand up. On the other side of the room, I see Nabi on the floor with duck tape and a blindfold over her eyes. I shout at the top of my lungs, but a voice says, "She can't hear you. There's thick glass that is blocking you both."

I turn my attention towards the voice, coming from a skimpy, tall male. He lights a cigarette and purposely sits in front of me as he pulls a chair up near me. I look away, trying my best to not inhale the smoke as it lingers towards my nose. With his raspy, deep voice, he says, "It's been awhile Jeon Wonwoo."

I glare at him again, getting smoke into my eyes. The tears form within my eyelids as I try my best to get it out. I reply, "Who are you?"

The man chuckles and replies, "Oh an old friend."

My anger rises again, wanting to punch this bastard right up his balls. After getting my eyes cleared up, I once again focus my attention on him. He smiles a deadly smile, showing his disgusting teeth, and his scared lip which is crooked. I spit my remaining saliva at his face, showing my deep anger. He wipes it off, and shrugs.

Suddenly, he stands up and grabs the back of my head, tugging my neck back. He hovers over and whispers, "Wonwoo. It's a shame that you don't remember. We had such great times together before."

The hairs on my head feel tortured as he clenches them within his fist. I glare painfully into his soulless eyes as he adds, "I regret not erasing your full memories. I could have made you into a handicap."

I laugh maniacally and reply, "I would have met you in hell....and killed you even more there, probably making you the slave of the devil."

He finds it amusing with my craziness, and slaps me on the face. Then he cuts my lip with his sharp pocketknife. I stumble back on my chair a bit, but his firm grasp on my hair keeps sitting up. He leans in and says, "You're making the biggest mistake of your life. Leave the girl. And go to your rich lifestyle, which I have given you."

I smirk and spit the blood from my mouth onto his face. He displeasingly wipes it off with the end of his knife. I reply, "Rich lifestyle. Ah I believe you have tricked me into living it..You're an asshole and I'll make sure to throw you into hell."

He finds this as a challenge and replies, "Impress me."

I hesitate whether to knock him out with my head, but he slowly lets go of my hair. He pushes me back, and I fall onto my back, getting poked hardly by the chair. I wince in gruesome pain, and he whispers, "Too late. I'm the mastermind of this game. And that girl will be the sacrifice, the bait to bring people in."

My eyes find their way to look at the hideous man, and I threaten him, "If you hurt or touch her in anyway, you'll regret it."

He puts his hands in the air and shouts, "Challenge accepted."

He laughs constantly, throwing his cigarette onto my pants, and the pain is unmanageable. Tears form within my eyes, as I hold in the pain. Unable to move, I shake the cigarette of my leg, and watch him leave the room.

I turn my teary eyes, to have focus on Nabi again. However she is gone.