Eunjin ducked the first swipe, throwing herself awkwardly to the side in a bid to avoid tumbling across Taemin and Jinki. Adrenaline fuelled the rampant thud of her heart as Hwangsoon repeated his motion, and she blocked it with a wild arm, the impact ricocheting through her as she feinted a kick and replied with a fist of her own. It thudded against Hwangsoon’s stomach, but barely made an impact – although Eunjin knew ​how to fight, she didn’t have much strength to accompany her motions.   "Stop this!” she commanded, as they traded arms and fists in a ferocious exchange. His eyes burned brighter than Eunjin’s will to fight him as she twisted desperately, movements becoming more and more frantic. Though the heat coursed through her and her barricade was strong, Eunjin knew it would eventually falter, and he would hurt her, injure her, paralyse her – or worse. She couldn’t do this alone, couldn’t fight him alone.   "Hwangsoon!” she screamed, his spittle flying against her cheek. There was barely any space between them as he switched his tactic, pushing her against the wall. She smacked a foot against his shin, but was too slow to stop him as he s his hands around her neck, breath against her face, body pressed into hers. She tried to speak, but was instantly cut off, as she felt his fingers digging tightly into her neck. Then he was squeezing, and she was gasping for air, and her hands ran to his but she couldn't prise his fingers. Hwangsoon was strangling her. She was going to die. She was going to ing die.   Eunjin slammed her knee against Hwangsoon’s groin, and he shifted, but not enough. Her vision was starting to blur. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn’t see. She envisioned her daughter, her tiny, tiny girl, saw every reason she'd ever do this, do something so horrific to people so undeserving. Though Eunjin tried to justify it, she knew what she'd done would haunt her forever. It wasn’t just Taemin, it wasn’t just Jinki, it was ​all of them. Her vision began to fade, and she wondered if, maybe, she should let it. It was all she deserved. She deserved to die.   Then, suddenly, she could breathe, and she was falling, and she couldn’t see anything but she could hear it. There was grunting, shouting, cursing and the sound of fists against flesh, and she was trying to regain her strength, trying to stand, when a body crashed into the wall beside her with a sickening thump. It clattered to the ground, and then there was silence.   Eunjin blinked, once, twice, and then she heard the faintest of mewls as her vision cleared. It wasn’t from the body by her side.   Raising her head slowly, Eunjin