Somi wasn’t bad.

She was that girl next door - hair always in a ponytail, denim shorts, a plain shirt.

Not much to see, not much to remember.

Yet, there was always a curiosity of where the darkness was inside of her.

Who would I be…if I were bad?

Just one night, she convinces her friend to let her work one night as a “hostess”

She would serve drinks, wink at the cute ones, then go home

That was it.

Just...one night.