“Seducing men with her red hair, bewitching them with her charming voice, and cutting off their heads as fast as a lighting…you won’t live enough to mess up with her twice, that’s Bom!”

- Minzy

What do a winemaker, a sculptor, and a son of a woodcutter have in common?

“I should rip your eyes out of your faces!” – the Amazon harmed, and the three men shivered in horror.

What an unfortunate coincidence it had been.

Each one of them had had the same idea, at the same time. They had gone to the same place, with the same intention.

Men…
So curious.

A small waterfall.
A beautiful place, in the middle of the forest.
A beautiful place, peaceful… the perfect place for a young lady to bath, to enjoy the cool water.

What an unfortunate coincidence.
The young lady was not average.
She was too beautiful…
Her long, red hair seemed to go until her waist…
They were drooling…
Her skin seemed to be so smooth…
They were hypnotized…
Her sword seemed to be so sharp…
They were desperate.

They had tried to run, but an Amazon is a fierce warrior, and is it yet to be born a man to escape Bom.

“We didn’t see anything, i swear!” – the winemaker spoke, nearly crying in despair.

“Please, don’t kill us! We didn’t see anything!” – the son of the woodcutter spoke with a desperate tone.

“Be merciful, I beg!” – the sculptor cried.

The three of them tied together, with heavy chains, kneeling.
It had taken Bom two arrows and a dart to catch them.

“You are so pitiful…” – the Amazon laughed gloomily.
Her beautiful figure had lost its charms now, that she was fully dressed, and held a sword.
She did not have her mask on, and it only made everything worse.

“Names.” – she demanded, and one by one, her prisoners obeyed.

“I – I…” – The sculptor tried, but Bom’s sharp sword looked sharp enough to make him nervous.
“Don’t stutter!” – she slapped him.

“Siwon…” – he managed to say, crying silently.

Bom had a sadist smile.
“Si…” – a light slap on the man’s face – “Si…” – another – “Siwon…” – another slap.

“You.” – She said, crouching in front of the second man.

He avoided looking at her face.
“Seungwoo!” – the son of the woodcutter shouted. He was so terrified that could not control his voice.

“Don’t yell!” – Bom grabbed his ear, pulling it with strength – “I’m not deaf!”

The man let a painful moan out. His whole body shivered in horror.

“You! You smell like wine…” – Bom spoke, looking at the third man.

“I’m a winemaker…” – he said, staring at her with fear.

“I didn’t ask!” – she cuffed his head.

“Seunghyun, Seunghyun, my name is Seunghyun!” – he cried in despair. 

Bom stood up, looking at her three prisoners.

Siwon, Seungwoo and Seunghyun.
Men…
So stupid.

The three of them cried, terrified of what the Amazon would do next.

Out of bravery, or stupidity, the sculptor spoke.
“Please…we didn’t see anything…” – he mewed.
   
Bom had that sadist smile on her lips.

“Well, gentlemen, you had seen my face.” – she spoke, with a dark tone.

The three men panicked.
Seeing an Amazon’s face is a crime, a sin, and the only way of punishment is death.

Men…
So dumb.
They should have thought of that before.

“For you not to think Amazons are unfair, I’ll give you ten seconds to run before I shoot the first arrow.” – Bom said, setting the three men free from the heavy chains.

They were too terrified to run.
Bom smiled. Her sadist smile.

“one…” – she started, and the three men ran.

Men…
So foolish.

Still smiling, Bom slowly counted.
“two…” – and she shot a dart. Then two more.

Bullseye.

Poisoned darts.
One for each man.
That would be enough to make them forget the last four hours.

What do a winemaker, a sculptor, and a son of a woodcutter have in common?

They’re all men.