The moon light was my only strength after the torture he had given me. For six hours I was whipped, beaten and dragged along the cold hard floor that now was covered with my blood. I was in pain everywhere my body was just about to give up, but I knew that if I gave up this fight this will be the end. I was not that person to give up even if half of myself was in doubt that I would live. My ankles was in discomfort because of blisters begging my master to stop the whipping. I was deteremined not to be caught by those guards and dragged back to my master that bought me off the auction for 6,000 won. At this hour the moonlight was my only source of light and hope. I ran for my life, for if I didn't I would go back to him. The woods was my only escape but many things remain in there that can't be explained. The moon followed every step I took. I heard so many things that I couldn't figure out what is was. I just encountered a....