Sometimes I wonder if a person like me will ever have a normal life. But of course, the answer will definitely, undoubtedly be a big fat ‘NO’ right in my face. But that wasn’t the worse. In fact, I am so used to leading a screwed up life that I can’t seemed to get use to this sudden peace.

By peace I mean how quiet this house is.

It is ridiculously quiet at night. It’s an irony how I always wanted a normal life and when I finally miraculously got one, I have troubles falling asleep.

It is too eerily quiet. I can’t even hear the traffic because this is what you get when the whole 1 mile radius surrounding this ‘castle’ belongs exclusively to the K-Corporation.

Just what have I got myself into? The kid from the other day didn’t return. There were no knocks on my door. No random moving of things in the room. And so the silence got my mind working. What exactly was that one shadow I’ve seen earlier this evening?

Does it lives here? Was it one of the older Kim ancestors? Or was it following that snobbish jerk. Young Master they call him. What a snob. He has bigger and more serious issues than me I’m sure. I’ll skip the betting part, but I’m a 101% sure that’s the ‘Prince Disease’ people talk about.

It’s fine as long as we don’t cross paths. I mean it in a more literal meaning because that’s actually impossible. What happened in the past few hours isn’t helping me in controlling my boiling rage.

We had to eat dinner together. That was probably the beginning of everything. The dining room was a Victorian-style furnish. Everything looked so grand, too fragile and expensive. Even that tea set the maids brought up. The dining table is a twelve seater long table. And we had to sit face to face of all seats in the room. Because Lee insists. And the food was a spread. I’ve never eaten something so good in my life before. The peasant in me is showing.

“I’m losing my appetite.” He said, and I lost mine.

Next, sharing a bathroom with him was probably the worst decision Halmeoni has ever made. But I have to admit how beautiful and modern the bathroom looked, and it was bigger than the whole of my old puny apartment. She must’ve loved gold and white because the bathtub was a work of art. Gold rims against white ceramic. But the full wall mirror on the east wall directly opposite the bathtub kind of intimidates me. I couldn’t even look at my reflection. The huge ugly scar on my right ribs was the proof that I should’ve died together with my parents.

Why was I allowed to live?

That wasn’t the end of my ‘freshman orientation’. I was in my undergarments when the door burst opened. Didn’t I lock?! Nope, apparently I didn’t because I was too engrossed with the interior design of this amazing space and I gave that snob a perfect chance to insult me further.

He didn’t even blink while there I was too stunned for words, in my... I would prefer not to go any further into details.

The hall