You were the only pride and joy your parents. They were the owners of the biggest clothing company in Seoul. They had high expectations for you since you were their only child. No one besides people in the company knows what you look like. Your parents decided to keep your appearance a secret until you were to take over the company. You didn’t mind, in fact, you were relieved. You didn’t like the idea of taking over a company; you wanted to do something else with your life. You loved dancing and danced whenever you could – when your parents were gone, that is. They opposed it greatly because they argued that it wouldn’t put food on the table. You were stubborn and secretly danced anyway. You always dance on the street every Saturday evening, gathering quite a crowd as well as creating yourself a reputation for being the best street dancer in Seoul. You didn’t have to worry about your parents finding out – they were never the type to pay attention to things like this.

It was that time of the week; you threw on a t-shirt, ripped skinny jeans, and high tops. You picked out a cap and wore it. Grabbing your iPod and speakers, you made your way downstairs and left the house. Your parents were still at the company, so you didn’t have to sneak out. Making your way to your ‘dance area,’ you plugged your iPod to your speakers, your music, and let it take over your body. You danced with overflowing passion and didn’t stop until you decided to take a break.

“I think she’s the one we’ve been looking for…” A man whispered.

There were at least a hundred or two pedestrians watching by the time you stopped. You hastily bowed and took a drink of water. Only then did you notice two people intently staring at you. The