You used the money from your backpack to pay a cab and get you to Ansan's docking ports. Stepping out into the night, you became overwhelmed just looking at the amount of cargo containers in the port shipping yard. The place itself was intimidating. The cranes and cargo ships casted dark shadows in many areas. The only light source came from the west side, where the yard's office was overlooking the dark waters.

That part wasn't as important to you, since your father was in a shipping cargo container. Luckily you had taken Namjoon's iPad and was able to hack into the cargo catalog of shipments. You narrowed down the list of shipping containers that have been here for more than a week. It has to be more than a week considering the live footage of your father. You looked at the iPad again and saw a list of 46 shipments.

It was a lot but at least you weren't going in blind. Looking through 46 shipments seemed better than the thousands of stacked metal containers. You also had logged into the email from the iPad. The live streaming of your father tied up was still going. Currently, you watched your father sleep in his binds.

You wanted nothing more but to free him.

You turned on a flashlight you had brought and continued your gait. You walked along the edge of the port. You were surrounded by the large, metal rectangular transportation devices and the somewhat far drop to the sea on your right. You looked down to see relatively calm water in the freezing night.

You rubbed your arms together just thinking about how cold the water was and continued on your search for the cargo crates. Luckily enough, cargo crates that have been here longer were all placed together near to the water and on the bank of the docks. They were awaiting to be shipped off within the next few days. You understood now why you had this time limit.

This also meant you would only have to search through one large area. You made your way to the south freight yard, where you had pinpointed the oldest cargo crates to be.

The darkness of the night only fueled your adrenaline and anxiety. You shakily took the gun from your backpack and left it in your right hand; your left hand held the flashlight.

Step by step, you made your way deeper into the maze of large cargo crates. You could feel your heartbeat with every fiber of your body. You could basically hear it beating out of your chest.

Sure I know the cargo serial numbers but I'm screwed after that. It's a trap for sure but what other choice do I have? Appa's life is on the line. You wanted to push these thoughts to the back of your head. It was a problem for later.

Unfortunately now was "later. "

You turned a corner of stacked cargo freight and were met with a tall shadow. The silhouette of the man was patiently waiting for you only a few yards in front of you. Out of instinct, you turned and hid behind the corner you had just turned.

You felt your blood race and your heart rate beat even faster, if that was possible. The adrenaline numbed your thoughts as you started to panic. Okay, I clearly have not thought this through. Your breathing was becoming unsteady and you tried to compose yourself again.

"Kyoung MiSun, isn't that a little rude?" The man's voice echoed throughout the shadows. "I've been patiently waiting here and you're hiding from me?" His voice was getting closer, he was walking towards you.

You recognized the voice — it was the same voice of the man who caused the explosion.

You gripped your gun and pivoted back into the open. You were face to face with him. The gun in your hand shakily pointed at the man mere feet away from you now. He smirked out of surprise since he didn't expect you to take the initiative.

"Ah, that's better! No more hiding right?" He said and his face finally came into the light. He was much older — could be close to your father's age. You recognized him from the night of the explosion but that was it. He seemed like just another ahjussi to you. "Put the gun down and let's talk, hm?"

"You're the one that caused that explosion." You stayed in anger, "What do you want now? I'm here. Where's my father?" You seethed with anger but tried to remain calm.

"Drop the gun first." He demanded. You hesitated knowing that it was your only plan of contingency. There was an awkward moment of silence since you refused to put it down.

"We can't talk until you do. Better yet, I won't show you where your father is until you do."

That made you instantly drop your arm. You felt some sort of relief in doing so, relieving your arm from your own shaking. The gun wasn't very heavy, but keeping sop and a tight grip right above the trigger, knowing the repercussions firing a gun can have made you shake as if you were on a massage chair. "Okay, so where's my father?"

"In due time, my child. But-"

You cut him off, "But nothing! I want to see my father now!"

The man tsked at you. "Always the impatient one aren't we? Well be my guest. I'm just glad to see that you were able to find us. I guess we can give you the reward now." He smirked and turned around. "Follow me." You noticed that he had a type of elegance to his voice. The way he spoke was very formal and polite. You didn't like it at all.

He walked very slowly, but allowed you to stay a couple feet behind him. He walked throughout the maze of metal. Every so often, a shadowy figure holding what you assumed to be a long range weapon passed your figure. You noticed more and more men in the area, all heavily armed with guns patrolling and protecting the man you followed. It was no wonder they found you so fast with this amount of guards. You felt intimidated by the mere number and size of them but it didn't matter now. At least you could see your father.

He pointed at a large cargo container in the distance — probably 40 feet away. The man stopped walking and you stared at him and then the container. "In there."

He didn't have to say anymore before you ran like your life depended on it. You pushed your feet against the concrete floors of the yard and let the illumination of the nearby ship yard office pave your way. You reached the big metal doors and smiled. Your father, the man who raised you, the man you haven't seen in months, was in there. You wasted no more time and threw open the big metal doors of the metal container.

Disappointment.

That's all you felt.

Inside was a camera pointing to a bloody chair. There were other various blood splatters in the container, which only triggered your gag reflex. Your eyes watered and tears were already falling.

You quickly spun around and aimed the gun, which was luckily still in your possession, at the man once again. "What the hell?! Where's my father?!" More men approached and aided the man. They had heavy artillery in their grasps but none of it was pointed at you. So far you were the only one pointing the gun.

"I said 'in there.' That is where we had kept him for awhile."

"B-but the live streaming footage I-"

The man almost laughed at your predicament. "Indeed! It is live streamed however it is streaming old footage. The footage you were seeing was taken a few weeks ago. Your father was in fact here ... he just isn't anymore."

You saw red.

You instantly fired a shot.

The men ducked for cover and had their weapons trained on you. They started to rapidly shoot back and you ran to hide behind another metal container. Your breathing was out of control and you thought you were going to pass out any second.

"Bring her to me!" the familiarly evil man's voice commanded above the noise of firing.

You mustered the courage to run the opposite direction and find an escape. You were really regretting not telling the boys you were here. When the ricocheting of their bullets whizzed passed you, you knew you needed another position.

You ran like hell, thinking it was the better option than hiding. You ran into the big cluster of containers, hoping that you could lose them in the maze. Following your gut, you took random lefts and rights, pushing your feet to run faster as you heard footsteps at your back.

This place truly was a maze and you were lost in it. But if you were lost in it, you just hoped your persuers were too.

You took another sharp right turn, unfortunately meeting a deadend. You had made a mistake. Turning around on your heels, you tried to find another way, when the familiar older man blocked your path.

He smirked devilishly and more men appeared by his side. "Going somewhere?"