“Damn it, that kid ran away!!”

                “Find him!!!” all the voices echoed throughout the forest. One pale boy around 15 years old, shivering in the dark, cold and mostly scared that he might be found by these people. With his pale skin, black big eyes, black silky hair, who knows how much he valued. He doesn’t even want to be there. But this is all because he picked up a car key in the side road and being mistaken as a thief. And unluckily, the owner of the car is one of the greatest mafia leader in Seoul. That’s how the story begin. He got caught, and they brought them to this isolation place, and the problem is, they did nothing. They only said that he is a pretty boy and to compensate for what he has done which is nothing, he has to come and see the ‘boss’ which he doesn’t know who. The fact that these guys are telling him about being ‘pretty boy’ scared him the most. Not like it is unusual for someone to say something like that, but, to be brought into the mountain because of it, that is the first. So, screw everything, he turned and ran as fast as he could, all for his life or dignity, he doesn’t care. He only care about being safe and back to his family.

                “Gotcha!” one voice can be heard from his back followed by a cold palm against his lips and another hand holding his hand. He tried hard to resist the hold but to no avail. He can heard that the man behind him is hushing him softly while holding him against his body. He can smell the perfume from the other man as he is so close to him. The man behind him are slightly bigger than him and is stronger obviously. The pale boy shivering in fear while a lot of imagination came across his mind at the same time while his eyes are widen when he sees a group of men approaching them. ‘This is it,’ that’s what he has in mind before the man behind him pulling him to a spot where they can’t be detected. He feels weird with the man’s behavior before he stopped struggling and turning around sl