There are so many things are I have thought about. My childhood, school, college,family, friendships, and love. But this time, it was different...

I woke up feeling sharp pains on my head. Something dripping down my chin. It was cold. My head was spinning, dizzy. Slowly, I manage to open my eyes. My first question was..Where am i?

"So you're finally awake." It was more like a statement rather than a question. A woman's voice. My eyes are open to see that the woman was Yuna. She was sitting on a plastic chair, looking down at me. I was sitting on the wet and dirty floor.

"Where am i?" Was my first response to her. She smirked at me. That's bad.

"Well, You're at my warehouse. Somewhere nobody could find you." The smell of rust and dust were the undeniable evidence of my whereabouts. Typical warehouse smell.

At those words, tears were flooding my eyes, On to why I cry, I do not know. But all i know is, I was in pain. Physically, emotionally and mentally. Exhausted and hurt.

"Please.. Let me go.." I beg of her. She gave me a mocking smile. She got up of her seat and walk out of the door.

I scan around the place. I am at one room. It was small. Old and rusty. What is she going to do to me?

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Two days passes by and there was still no news from her. None. Not even one message. I stay seated at the couch in the recording studio.

"Hey Nichkhun!" A voice call out to me. I look up to see it was Ye Eun. Great. Her cousin sister is here.

"Hey..How ar-"

"Did you see ______ for this past two days?" She sounded worried. I scan her face. Her expression was tense.

"Nope. In fact, I can't get a hold of her for two days. Her phone is on but no answer." Wait. Why is she asking me this? Ye Eun remained quiet, calculating something.

"Is there anything special that happened before this?" She ask me.

"Well, nothing much. Why? What is this all about?" Why is this making me uneasy? This gut feeling of mine telling me something bad has happen. Oh God no.

"I can't get a hold of her this two days. Her apartment are empty and all her clothes are still there. And she never  leaves without telling anyone."

"What?? Are you serious?"

"I'm dead on serious. Her parents has been trying to get through her but they too could get her." I left spechless, thinking about the possibility.

"Let's call the police."

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WE HAVE YOUR BELOVED LEE ______.

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