I. The Night The Chase Began

I. The Night The Chase Began

[ I got you

little runaway... ]

It was Saturday night when she returned to the office. Lights were off even though it’s still working hours. No one was there; no other person could be seen except for her. It was peculiar to her. Normally, the headquarters would be crowded on this day, stressing themselves about the piles after piles of complains and requests from the higher-ups. And she wonders how can today be an exemption?

It was only last Thursday when they solved a Class S case, she with the other high-ranking Privates of the PSS. It was one of the toughest cases they have ever handled. Mystery after mystery was greeting them, making them lose their heads during the period. She couldn’t understand how it took them months to solve one case when she’s part of the Supreme Team. It was the longest case in the history of PSS; it took them nine months to solve the mystery. The mastermind was murdered and his subordinates are now behind cells. It was a relief that everything’s done, for she wasn’t able to have enough rest for the longest time. She hadn’t returned then for exhaustion overwhelmed her entire being, draining every bits of energy she has for the following day.

The clicking of her heels echoed throughout the entire corridor. Not the slightest of movement can be seen or heard. She was surrounded by the eerie silence that had engulfed the entire building. Had she not seen the notification regarding today’s rest? Had she not pay attention to any announcement regarding today’s event?

She was nearing the door at the end of the corridor. How could she not know she’s near even when it’s pitch dark? She had visited the place countless of times, she’s even confident of walking her way towards her Chief’s office with closed eyes.

When she turned the knob, she was surprised to find that there were people whispering inside. Reflexively, she checked her gun which was hidden beneath her cardigan. Pushing the door open with caution, she pulled her gun out and opened the lights. What she saw next surprised her.

“SURPRI—“

Confetti popped out everywhere, people wearing party hats and trumpets. But the happiness subsides almost immediately when everybody’s attention was focused on the person in front of them – the person they were waiting for pointing her gun towards them.

“What in the world?” Her expression unreadable as she lowers her gun, people’s breathing hitched as they digest what has happened. She placed her gun to where it originally was and made her way towards the person she wishes to speak that night.

“How can you point a gun to your co-Privates?” it was the first sentence he had said to her after the shock dismissed. He knows she wasn’t the type to throw surprises at but he didn’t expect her to be so aggressive about the matter. “Can you relax a little? No one’s going to kill you here; the security level of our headquarters was of high standards.”

“You couldn’t blame me. Everything’s suspicious; I thought something bad had happened given that I wasn’t present here yesterday.” Her intonation was still indifferent like the situation matters not. She shrugged all the negative feedback she can sense behind her and nodded briskly at her Chief’s direction. “Some matters are needed to be discussed.” She added instantly when she saw her Chief’s mouth opened to retaliate, “Major work”.

“Party’s gonna have to wait a little longer. But if you can no longer wait, please be more than welcome to start it without the two of us” His voice was jovial, and his smile was assuring. His subordinates nodded their heads as they watch the two leave in silence.

Once out of earshot, he immediately asked her about her motives, “What’s about this thing you need to talk that’s too urgent?”

She locked the door of the room, walking her ways towards him. Her enigmatic expression and aura intrigued him, making him conclude that the matters she was about to say were not pleasing. “I found this in my car this morning”, she pulled out a short white crumpled paper from the pocket of her jeans. With the way her eyes stare at him, he knows that whatever’s written in that piece of paper, it’s threatening.

I, Red Lord am personally warning you; mess with my work and I’ll come after you. A bit of hint, I’ll be targeting the Choi’s next.

His expression was unreadable as hers, he knew better than to believe in threats like this. What kind of enemy does want his plans to be revealed? It might be a trick, a false track to lead them out of this red lord’s real motive. He crumpled the paper in his hands, gritting his teeth as slammed a fist on his desk.

“I know it’s not wise to believe such warning, since we’ve learned that the hard way. But I couldn’t help but think this will lead us to where this red person’s hiding, you know we haven’t – “

“I know what you meant, but we can’t take chances” He pause, leaning in his elbows on his desk whilst resting his head on his palms. He takes a deep sigh; he speaks once again when he noticed her willingness to rebut, “But that doesn’t mean we won’t take proper precaution. I will assign a group of Privates to keep an eye on the Choi’s.”

Silence wrapped them once again. Ever since the day that the Lee’s were attacked several years ago, the PSS were still in search for the head mastermind of all the killings and kidnappings happening in the elite society. Some of the heirs and heiresses were saved, whilst some dies – some of their bodies are yet to be found.

The only sound that interrupts the silence was the ticking of the wall clock hanged in the center of the room. He was in deep thought and so was she; neither was speaking to come up with a logical idea of what to do next. Until he decided to break the silence, “Private Jung, I need you to do an undercover job”

She did hear him right, right? Undercover? But that’s an illegal job for a Private like her. Yes, they were like bodyguards that protect the elite society; they were like policemen but established for the sake of elites alone. They are not allowed to be an undercover for that breaks their law (though she does not know why).

agapes, eyes rounded. She did not expect her Chief to mandate such thing. If there’s one thing that Leeteuk is renowned of that will be his obedience to the rules. He’s very strict about abiding them. No one is to be given a second chance once he or she decided to break one of the rules – minor or major, they’re the same. And to have him personally ordered her to break one of the major rules, it only means one thing: He had formulated something in his mind.

“Why?” Though very much shocked, Jessica didn’t tried knocking sense to him. She knows Leeteuk better that everyone else, he did break one rule for her already – he knows her darkest secret. And though Jessica knows that when she’s found out Leeteuk will carry all responsibilities, she couldn’t help but to fear for herself as well. Pathetic, she thought. How can she betray a friend who already did her a favor? But Jessica hasn’t gotten over her traumatic past, not yet. That’s maybe the reason for her cowardice.

“Lately, I’ve been thinking about one possibility. The first family to be attacked are the Lee’s, then the Seo’s, then the Kim’s, and now, this group of people we know nothing about is plotting to attack the Choi’s next – though we’re not sure if they will. If you will look closely, these families are affiliates of the Im’s. Lee Hyukjae, the heir of the Lee’s, was used to be rumored that he’s dating the Im heiress. Seo Joohyun, the Seo’s only daughter, the Seo’s sole inheritor, was known to be the Im’s daughter’s best friend. Kim Kibum and Kim Taeyeon, the twins of the Kim’s, they were also very much close to the Im’s daughter. And now, the Choi…” his voice faltered, allowing Jessica to digest every word he had said, formulate her own conjectures.

“For Choi Minho is said to be the Im’s daughter’s fiancé” Jessica felt like she was struck by the truth, now that she thinks of it, it seems more legit than their previous conclusion – that the Red Lord’s after the elite socialite. “And to think we were after the—“

They were interrupted when the door was slammed hard, hard enough to startle the two people inside the room having a very intense discussion. “What’s wrong with you, Private Yoon? Can’t you see we’re in the middle of something? Can’t you –“Leeteuk halted his actions upon seeing the grim in his subordinate’s eyes, they were glistening with something he could make out as terror. He abruptly stands up from his position, alarmed.

Being trained to be reflexive, Jessica activated her Private-self once again. She didn’t like the ominous feeling she feels, or does she likes the demeanor of the person before them. She knew he brings something bad. She knew that whatever it is that he has to say, she will definitely not like it. She just knew it’s bad. She...

“I am sorry to interrupt whatever it is that you’re discussing with Private 022, but we received urgent news not a minute ago. The Choi’s and Im’s were both attacked tonight.”

::::

“Umma! Appa!” Her shrieks were futile for no one comes to her defense or to console her for the time being. She was brought inside a building she does not know. She was blindfolded throughout the whole ride. She knows she is safe now for she’s in the hands of the PSS. But somehow, she could not help but fright for her safety. What if the attackers are still out there, waiting for the right time to kill her? What are they after and why them?

“Miss Im?” She heard a soft voice calling her. She was in a dark room, a room that’s filled with nothing but darkness. Her cries grow louder; the grip on the hem of her night gown tightens as though she could break it anytime soon.

Though overwhelmed by fright, she managed to asked, “W-who a-are you? W-why are you confining me in this dark room?” her voice quivers and it’s not because of the coldness of the night, it’s her own fear that shakes her voice.

Slowly, as if reading the young Im’s unsaid plea, the light placed inside the investigation room lit, enhancing the beauty of the woman in its spotlight albeit the messy look she had from the traumatic night.

“I am Private 022 also known as Private Jung. I know you’re exhausted Miss Im, but we would be very much delighted if you can give us sufficient information about what has happened tonight. I believe you’re the last one to talk to your parents before they were attacked?” Her voice was nonchalant, it was not warm nor is calm, either is it comforting or cold – it is simply expressionless, emotionless.

But the young Im misunderstood what the Private meant, slowly, anger started building up and she yelled, “A-are you suspecting me of killing my own parents? A-are you saying it is I who put an end to their lives?” Her voice was not steady, not one bit. She keeps on stammering despite the strong demeanor she’s putting up. Her strong façade made Jessica heaved a sighed.

It is gonna be a long night, she thought. She knew exactly how each heir or heiress acts when one is put into questioning. They will immediately jump on their defenses without giving the Privates their time to explain and elaborate the question asked. For them, being asked for questioning is already a big disgrace for their family’s legacy – each one of them is the same, no exemption, none at all.

“That’s not what I meant, Miss Im. My point is, can you give us the slightest information of what was you doing the time the attacked happened. How did you saw your parents? Are there any oddities happening inside the house, for example from your maids, butlers, drivers – Any odd behavior that had happened this day? Any family enemies that had threatened you before, anything suspicious, anything.” Jessica emphasized her last word, forcing the young Im to recall any possible lead.

The young Im trembles, gripping the hem of her dress tighter. Had she notice some peculiarities but chose to shrug it off? Had their family been threatened before but was kept secret from her? She will be viewed as a useless daughter for lacking information about what was happening in their household, in their company. But the young Im is just gullible as that. She’s not mistrustful. In all actuality, the young Im is very much trustful. She trusts everyone she meets. She doesn’t heed the advices of her parents nor friends when they told her not to trust people easily – especially in her case, she’s an heiress. But the young Im is not prejudice. She doesn’t classify herself as part of the elite. The young Im is not really judgmental, nor does she doubt people. She always gives them the benefit of the doubt, even caught red-handed.

Trying her best to recall everything she can in that moment, the young Im ransacked her brain for any possibilities of treachery from their maids, butters, and drivers. But to no avail. The young Im was never doubtful. Everyone treats her sweetly, treats her friendly; how can she point a finger to one of them?

Stuttering and mustering her courage, she says, “I- I really don’t find anything suspicious. Forgive me, but I couldn’t recall anything about family treats or treason in business or in households”. She bit her trembling bottom lip, tears are triggering to stream down her doe-eyes once again.

“Trust me, I’m not covering up something or someone or dare to mislead you… I just don’t know what to think of this situation right now. My parents are murdered inside our house. No noises occurred when they were killed. I… I’m a useless daughter for not pointing someone who could have killed them… I’m a despicable being!” her sobs were louder than the previous ones. The Privates who are listening at the interrogation room nodded curtly at their team leader, Private Jung.

Jessica nodded her head in acknowledgement, asking one of her subordinates to accompany the princess in distress out of the room and into a more comfortable room. “Miss Im, I would like to talk to you a little later. More private than this one, but as I attend some errands, please relax and calm yourself in one of the rooms”

The young Im looked to the speaker. Her eyes were calm and though she had an intimidating exterior, the young Im nodded as a response. Right now, she knows that she has no right to reject or decline anything that the Privates asked her. It is to help her – she knows, to help her and her family solve the case.

“P-Private J-Jung? T-Thank you” though trembling, and though forced. The young Im flashed a smile towards the stressed Private. Jessica nodded in acknowledgement, stepping closer to the heiress.

With unknown reasons, Jessica found herself hugging the victim (she is still under the PSS care before saying the verdict). The heiress trembles and Jessica could feel how hard she tries stifling her sobs and forcing back her tears. Somehow, she pities this innocent being. She is lovable. She is innocent. Jessica has not felt that uneasiness when she saw the young heiress.

Maybe it was the fact that she misses someone that she had acted that way. But the young heiress was very glad for that was what she was waiting for the whole night – a warm hug from someone who understands her. “I’ll attend to you as soon as I am done talking with the Chief. Meanwhile, Private 015 or Private Lee, will accompany you to the lounge area. Please take a rest. This had been hard to you as well” She flashed an assuring smile.

That Im heiress has melt the ice of the Ice Princess for a while. Private Lee complied with his superior mandate and led the young heiress out of the room. One out of sight, Jessica sighed deeply and heavily. This case is the worst they have ever handled.

::::

“Anything useful?” The moment Jessica closed the door gingerly; she was greeted by a stern voice. Jessica sighed; she does not wish to face this person right now. She preferred talking to someone civil and Kim Heechul is definitely not that kind of person.

He must have heard already that it was her, Jessica, who handled the interrogation of the young Im. How much she wished it was Jungsoo talking to her instead.

Without a word, Jessica placed the papers on his desk and answered, “The heiress doesn’t know anything. She said that there was nothing suspicious. I ask her to –“

“That’s not what I wanted to hear! For goodness’ sake Private Jung, we’ve had enough of this ‘I don’t know’ scheme from these stupid brats! We need a lead and none of them are helping! Are your lots really this dumb?” He hollered, stamping his fists on the desk before him.

Jessica is not an idiot, nor is she dense to realize what the latter had meant. Her face was stricken with fear; blood seems to halt its circulation. She can hear her heart beating fast, afraid that the loud beating can be heard through the eerie silence that had surrounded the room. The man smirked evilly, as if knowing her reaction beforehand.

“W-what do you m-mean?” Her voice was croaked, betraying her mind. Jessica tried her best to look prim, to look like she’s not intimidated by his words.

“Stop acting stupid, Jessica!” Heechul throw papers at her direction, scattering on the floor.

She took cautious glances on the papers scattered at her feet and tears start triggering to fall when her eyes landed on a picture. It was her, a photo taken three years ago. It was taken when she was still with her family, living like a prison in the confines of what they call ‘home’.

Jessica’s hands tremble and her legs wobble, threatening to fall any moment now. This could not be happening. The life she fought so hard to forget, the life she wishes she never had, and the family she wished to never exist… all of it is hunting her now. Jessica is not sure whether the fear she feels is for own or for the only person she’s trying so hard to protect.

“H-Heechul-shi, you cannot do this… please I can’t lose this job. T-this is the only way I can protect her!” She begged. Tears are now falling from her cold eyes, a new sight to see from the heartless woman. She fell on her knees, pleading. Jessica could care less if she has no more dignity. No pride could save the only person she’s protecting. Jessica had vowed to her that she will protect her no matter what – she couldn’t care about reputation, dignity or ego right now. None of those matters to her anymore. None of those are going to save her. None of those will assure the bright future Jessica wanted for her.

Her sobs are louder than before, she could not remember when was the last time she had cried this much, when was the last time she felt afraid this much. Jessica hated how she was so vulnerable at the moment, of how hopeless she looks like. After all the extreme training years she had undergone, Jessica believed that she no longer felt anything. That no matter how painful it is she will not feel anything. Jessica believes that she had gone completely stoic, completely heartless. But the picture of the girl in her face weakens her, burning every wall she had created to protect herself.

Jessica is still a human; at least this moment proves that. Had she not interrogate that young Im, maybe Jessica will not be this pathetic in front of PSS administrator. Had she burnt all proof of her previous identity, none of this would have happened. Jessica, Jessica no longer knows what to do. All she wanted is to…

“I’m sorry Jessica, but you’re no longer on duty. You are an heiress, not a Private! Quit this childish game of yours. It was a lost for you are a potential Private. But this treason, it’s not acceptable. I’ll have your parents pick you up now”

And all her hopes came crumbling down into the pit of an endless hole.

::::

She fluttered her eyes open, adjusting them to the bright light of the room. She concluded she must have fallen asleep, her body was now rejuvenated. She remembers the dreadful dream she had for the night, having her parents killed inside their own dwelling. She stretches her arms and legs only to feel ache around her neck. She must have slept somewhere uncomfortable again. The young Im decided to push herself off from the bed, only to realize she have slept on a couch.

But something was wrong; the room wasn’t familiar to her. It was not their house; she could not remember this place. It was a small office room, she thinks, for there is a kitchen on the left side of the room with nothing but the couch she was on and the circular center table in front of her.

Fear engulfed her. None of this is a dream, that wasn’t a dream. Her parents, her parents are dead for real. Without her will, her mind flashes back to the memories of what she thinks are all part of her nightmare. But this is worst that nightmare, this is reality. She would prefer to have nightmare than face this doom.

Tears start falling on her face once again. She could not be bothered how messy she looks like, if she looks nothing but a rag. The young Im trembles as fear overwhelm her. She hugs her knees, rocking back and forth on the couch, hoping to be swallowed byt the cushion. After that night, the young Im had developed a fear being alone. She’s not safe, she never was.

The young Im could not understand why everything had happened, why something dreadful would happen to her perfect family. They did not mistreat anyone; they did not stepped down on anybody; then why is this happening to them? How can be the gods be unfair to her, to her family?

Her muffled sobs fills the air, and she does not fancy the silence. Before she could think of what to do next, the door of the room creaked open. She panicked, not knowing what to do. But somehow, the man looked trustful.

No, not again. Your parents died because you trust people. She nagged herself, shrugging the thoughts away.

“Miss Im, I’m Private Class A Chief Director, Private Park Jungsoo. You can call me Jungsoo if you want” the Private with the name Jungsoo said, flashing the trembling heiress the sweetest smile he could muster albeit the bad news he has to deliver.

And then she remembered, she remember that she was supposed to talk to this woman Private, the one who had interrogated her last night. Despite her cold demeanor, the young Im felt protected and safe when she was around. She could not describe what the feeling was but the woman comforted her, console her, words are needles. And she remembered how the woman was the only who hugged her that night.

With trembling voice, the heiress asked, “W-where is Private Jung?”

The Private, Jungsoo, sighed. He took the seat across her, hands clasped together with an unreadable expression. The heiress believes nothing good will come out of his mouth and she dreaded that Private Jung had shared the same fate as her parents. Is she a jinx? How can people near her died? But she shrugs the idea away. She told herself to stop thinking too much, to stop being a paranoid. But how can she escape this paranoia that she doesn’t know.

“Private Jung is now off duty. She… the reason is not for you to know. But she told me to deliver this to you. And don’t be afraid, I’m not here to hurt you or to threaten you to speak of what you know. I’m a dearest friend of Jessica – Private Jung, and I need you to listen to me carefully after you read this.” Jungsoo’s intonation was firm and demanding. He slipped a small piece of paper on the desk and pushed it towards the heiress.

Cautiously and hesitantly, the heiress picked the paper and read its message:

Escape the PSS Headquarters with Jungsoo’s help. I am no longer needed there but I want to protect you. The PSS administrator, Kim Heechul, won’t be easy on you – that I can assure you. He has been mad these past few weeks about the lack of information we are gathering from the mastermind of all this killings and kidnappings. I want you to listen intently to Jungsoo’s advice on how you can escape the headquarters quietly. We will solve this. Trust me in this one. And by now, you will go by the name Im Yoona.

- Jung Jessica

::::

His face was unreadable as he walked down the empty corridor on the west side of the Headquarters. The moment he was called to the Private Class A Chief Director’s office. He was mandated by his superior, Private Jung, to watch over the heiress as she talks to one of the PSS administrators. He was nervous and at the same time confused. He was never given this much attention before. Although it’s a shame to say this, Lee Donghae knows that the Privates do not see him as a potential agent. For them, he was only useful when it comes to tracking and bugging.

But somehow, despite all the training he had experienced, he could not help but coward in front of the mission. And as his feet drag him further away from the confines of his own small room, he could not help but concede the uneasiness that had wrapped him. It was an illegal job; they are strictly detained from having such dirty work. But despite the apprehension that had built up in him, he could not deny the excitement that comes along with it.

It was a contradiction he had never experienced before – having a negative feeling but was complimented by a positive one. It was all new to him. And that all combined together, give him a sort of courage. He should not fail his superior, he should not fail himself. He convinced himself that fear is not in a Private’s vocabulary. They were trained to be fearless, so he could not coward now. No, cowardice is not a Private’s personality. Encouraging himself once more, he robustly and decisively head towards the exit.

Lee Donghae ignored the fact that he, being an undercover, might be the very reason he will lose everything he had strived hard for. But that doesn’t matter anymore; this is no longer for him, but for them.

::::

He watched as the girl in front of him nodded vigorously once he finished talking. He could tell that she had understood every word he had said. He noticed the determination on her face as he handed her more things she’ll need once she’s out. He noticed how his coat was left unattended and forgotten on the couch she had been sitting just a minute ago. He saw the trembling of her body, shivering from the unknown source of cold. And as a gentleman as he is, he offered her his coat, personally wrapping it around her bare shoulders.

He saw how she hastily wiped her tears on her face, not minding the dry ones that had smeared her face. He notices how she’s not like any other heiress. How different she is from her kind. He felt elated inside, knowing that all his sacrifices are not in vain (if ever he will be found out). But despite the gladness he felt for the right decision he’d just made, Park Jungsoo could not help but be sadden knowing the very reason why Jessica’s really into the young woman.

He saw resemblance, and of course she did. The only thing he hopes is for his friend to not lose her rationality when it comes to protecting the young Im, who now goes by the name Yoona.

He closes his eyes to relax them. The stress was overwhelming that he sometimes demands to have a month vacation without having any connection to work at all. But as he positioned himself to a much more comfortable one, he felt his phone vibrated on the inside pocket of his vest.

Just as he was hoping for all the stress and worry to go away, one had found its way to him again.

“Hello?” He answered, calmly though knowing the anxiety of the person on the other line. But he was proven wrong, he was not bombarded with questions and he was not met by a panicked voice. A smile formed on the contours of his lips. How foolish of him to describe her as she was before. He had forgotten that the lady had undergone several of trainings and is a trained person. He could picture her as she was five years ago – a whiny heiress who knows nothing but to get what she wants. But all those cute sides soon vanished after that tragic night.

He sometimes misses that woman, but he’s proud of what she’d become now. Although he preferred a much gentler Jessica, the one he have now is no one but the Jessica herself five years ago.

He heard a sighed. He knew her very well, to the point that even the slightest sound she makes he could interpret their meanings. He beat her to end the silence; she was never the type to talk first or to initiate conversation. She was never the type to reply to a single hello. She never calls unless it’s utterly urgent or important, and somehow that makes him miss the old ‘her’.

“She agreed. She just left” Was all he said calmly. He heard another sigh; this one he could say it’s a sigh of relief.

“Jungsoo-ah, I could not thank you more. I don’t even know where to begin. You –“

“Sica-ah, you know that you doing this will not change the course of the past. Jessica, you know she’s no longer—“

“I know. I know that. No need to remind me, Jungsoo” Her voice became stern and stealthy. He knows it’s a subject she doesn’t want to discuss for she resent herself. She detest how fragile she was four years ago, how futile she is. But that was not her problem, heiresses are never meant to learn combat or any form of self-defense. They were treated as a luxurious piece of glass, too delicate to do anything.

“Sica-ah, that’s not what I meant…”

“Jungsoo, trust me on this one. Okay? This is not for me, nor for her. This is for Yoona”

“Jessica, I have nothing against this. Just keep in mind that Yoona is not, and will never be Krystal”

::::

She winced as she felt the cold tiled floor touch her bare feet. She was under time pressure thus removing her shoes and tearing her night gown that it’s now above her knees gives her the access to run comfortably and faster. She doesn’t want to comprehend where all this will powers are coming from. No, she doesn’t have time to think of other things. She only needs to focus her mind on Jungsoo’s words alone.

It was a nerve-wracking experience – escaping discreetly. She could not remember how many times have she stopped to hide herself from the approaching Privates. And every time she does, her heart stops beating. Yoona was not used to this kind of thing. She never hides nor does she avoid people when she sees them. But her safe escape is what’s important right now.

She halts in front of a two-way alley, contemplating whether to turn left or right. “You will detour many confusing courses, but always remember they are only there for their sole purpose – to confuse people. Do not be confused and listen to this carefully, never turn left. The right way is always ‘right’.”

And Im Yoona always turns right. Soon she reached the depths of the underground exit. She beams knowing that ahead, there’s a door with a sign ‘exit’ on bright red. Just a few more steps, just a few more…

But as she puts her hand on the knob, someone grabs her wrist and muffled her scream. Her freedom vanished.

[A/N] So sorry again for revising this story. I deleted the first two chapters posted (the prologue and chapter one). Some part of the story are altered but not much will change. I am really sorry. I hope none of you will leave and hate me for this. As you can see I've added some characters - they're not really major, but their roles are. Also, I've changed the foreword to give you insights about what changed and what still remained. Luhan's character had changed the biggest! I won't spoil what he'd become but he's not a businessman anymore. You will be shocked at how he's character had been altered. So yeah, there. Comment, subscribe or vote up =). And I swear, this will be the last change this story will experience. Sorry for the inconviniency.