Nichkhun boarded the train for Sanan Village. Looking at the map in his hand, he estimated his journey to be around an hour as he pulled the eye mask around his eyes and fell into a sleep dreaming of the scenaries that he will be shooting later.

Stepping off the train, rows and rows of plantation greeted him as he in a deep breath enjoying the smell of nature's best. Taking out the camera, he started taking snapshots after snapshots of the gorgeous sceneries around him. Nichkhun was a professional photographer working for the thailand's version of trip advisor and he was here on a mission to advertise a diffrent outlook of Seoul. He had chosen this little village as his first stop because it was merely an hour's journey from Seoul and it was a village that specialises in agriculture.

Arriving at the hotel he had booked for the day, Nichkhun checked himself in and scrolled through the pictures he had taken during the day. A knock on his door greeted him as dinner was delivered. It was nothing too fancy but it was all the specialities that were grown on the land covering this little village. He enjoyed his dinner and rested for the day as he prepared himself for a tiring day tomorrow.

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Nichkhun hurriedly stepped out of the hotel entrance completely missing breakfast as he had slept through the alarm and now had to rush to catch the festival dance performance that was held in the village square. He told his growling stomach that he will grab something to eat on the way and it kind of settled a little as he ran towards the village square. Taking a wrong turn he found himself in an area that was overgrown with weed and looked empty and desolated. Just as he was about to turn back to where he had came from, a punch sent him sprawling onto his stomach as he felt his bag being forcibly taken away from him. He tried fighting back but it was to no avail as the other party was too many and too strong for him. They knocked him out cold and snatched the bag away from his grip.. They were about to take the camera that was hung on Nichkhun's neck but the sound of a combuster in the distance scared them and they ran away with the bag in their hand. Nichkhun felt a warm pair of hands on his back as a kindly old voice asked him if he was okay. He could only groan weakly in response as the world out slowly in front of him and he fell into unconsiciousness.;