"Good day, sir. We are from the U.S.A government. Is it right that we have come to Byun HyunJae's residence?" a man with glasses asked as soon as appa opened the door. Oppa and I were playing in the living room when the doorbell rang, and appa had ran down the stairs to get the door. 

Standing in a big t-shirt, I clutched into brother's shirt as I hid behind him, wondering why these men were here. Appa grinned and nodded, "Yeah, you came just at the perfect time."

"Great. I'm David Cho and this is my partner, Ian Lee." the other man said. Both men look really young, maybe just in their middle 20s. The man continued, "We will be in charge of taking care of... The new experiment you have called about."

"Here it is." appa said as he moved away, exposing me to the two men. The men's eyes widened before the looked at each other and then back at me.

"B-but it's just a little girl!" Ian stuttered as Baekhyun oppa gripped my hand tighter. I glared up at them, feeling my vision sharpen.

"Is there a problem? May I remind you that she killed my wife?" appa growled as the men's eyes widened, "So I ask again. Is there a problem? If there isn't, I suggest you to take her now."

"APPA! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" Baekhyun oppa shouted as he tried to get me away from the men trying to take me. David tried prying oppa off me as Ian tok a good grip on me. 

"OPPA!!" I screamed as I wiggled around. Appa only held the door open with a wicked smile on his face. Oppa clawed at me, trying to get to me as Ian had wrapped his arms tightly around me, taking me to his car outside.

"BAEKMI!!" oppa cried, not giving up on getting to me. Wiggling around more, I felt my eyes sharpen as I screamed. 

"BAEKHYUN OPPA!!" I screamed petrified. The door closed, and the last sight I got from my family was Baekhyun oppa being gripped by the collar by appa. The last sight of him. The last word from him was my name. 

Both of the doors opened in the front, and the men were seated, buckling their belts. Ian looked at the mirror, staring at my blue eyes. I didn't dare trying to calm myself down as my sight was sharpened, "Don't worry, sweetie. You will have it better in America." 

I only answered with a growl.

13 years later

"COME ON, LUNA! HARDER!" 

"I'M TRYING!" I growled as I