It was a sunny day, and all the little girl wanted was to play with her best-friend. She skipped towards the house a few blocks away from her own, ringing on the doorbell to which a teenage girl that the younger girl was all too familiar with opened the door. 

"Is Jongin home yet?" the girl asked, looking up at the elder girl. The elder looked nervous as she squat down and looked at the girl guiltily. 

"Listen, Sun Hee. Jongin... is gone." the girl answered. 

"It's Thursday, so he's probably still in Jazz, right?" the girl presumed, pouting. At this, the elder girl sighed, shaking her head softly. Her eyes held so much sadness, finally understanding that the little girl had no clue of where her best-friend was. 

"No, Sun Hee. Jongin won't come home for a while. He moved to Goyang with a family-friend. I'm sorry." the elder said softly, watching as the little girl's eyes widened in shock, mouth agape as tears started filling her eyes. 

"I-Is it because of that thing that happened during fighting? I told him that I wasn't mad!" the girl said, gripping on to her shirt, "Or is it because we went to fight again? D-Did he get a lot of scolding? It was my fault, not Jongin's! I told him that we should go and help!"

"No, sweetie. It was for the best for all of us. He wasn't safe here."

"W-why didn't he say goodbye?" 

"OW!" I groaned as I hit the floor with a thud, the sound of the alarm-clock blaring in the room. I looked around in the room, the sun rays shining directly in my eyes. Sighing, I hit the snooze of the clock, finally getting silence. 

"Time for school, little ." I muttered to myself before untangling myself from the mess of my blanket. As the cold air hit my almost body (because who doesn't walk around in underwear when they live alone?) and quickly ran to the bathroom. As the warm water hit my skin, my thoughts ran back to that bizarre dream of mine. What the  was that?

I sighed, finishing up before putting on the ugly, yellow school uniform of School of Performing Arts Seoul. 

Yeaps, guess who's talented? ME. I, Lee Sun Hee at the age of 18 entered the School of Performing Arts Seoul aka. SOPAS, with a scholarship. Dancing is my passion, I don't remember where from, but it is. I dance all the time. That is when I'm not chasing criminals like cats and mice. 

Grimacing, I poked my growling stomach, deciding that an apple would be okay for today. Grabbing my backpack, I went out of my bedroom and into the kitchen to grab the greenest apple I could find.

That is before my phone started ringing, stopping me on my tracks. I sighed, seeing who the caller was. 

"What is it, Hyunjae?" I asked as I answered the call, hearing the familiar voice of the chief assistant pant against the phone. 

"U-Uhm, we got a small Code Red. Mind visiting?" 

I sighed, looking at the clock on the