It's strange what your hands are capable of. They can caress an animal's fur, feeling it's soft or raw texture, feeling it's leathery skin or it's furry coat. They can make love, lovingly around a woman's , making every sense tingle, drowned in a mist of dulcify, the woman, a symbol of innocence and fertility.                 Your hands can be your strength, every vein crossing the lines in your hand, is deluged with the richest treasures of life. A cherished secret for the unknown. 

Yet these hands could also wrap around a innocent's neck, roughly pushing the Trachea closed. Or hold the bebloodied silver  knife of someone's death cause, softly peeking through their window and attacking when the moment is right.

In a slumber of thoughts, I was blinded. I nervously looked down at my hands, they were fiddling in my lap. Softly pushing down each finger. It was odd to see how one could change so fast, my companion for example. Before the four of us separated he was quite gentle, maybe even nice, but since it's now just the two of us, I have only received two icy-eyes. Those two icy-eyes had started their search for my eyes long before we left to travel. 

I couldn't look into his eyes, I was scared. From the moment I met him, I couldn't really put my finger to it, something was really off about him and it scared me away. Surely now that it was just the two of us in this small space. I didn't dare to make any noise, I was afraid he could even feel my blood rushing, although the carriage itself produced so much sound. 

What was off about him? I couldn't tell you, was it the way he looked? Or was it his sharp features? No, it surely was something in his aura, the way he carried himself. Ever since I had stepped inside this carriage I couldn't help but feel asphyxiated by this heavy atmosphere. 

But was it his aura? He seemed very smiley around Taemin.. My eyes didn't lie, right..? How could someone-..? 'I see you wanted to be on the team.' Onew spoke up. My breath hitched in my throat, I wouldn't have expected him to talk. With a shaky 'yes' I answered his question. He cocked an eyebrow. 'Tell me why we should add you.' He commanded, his voice in a very low but stable way. 

I blinked, nothing seemed to pop up in my mind. I am just me, but why do I feel so nervous..? I think I found that answer in his clothes, he seemed unthinkable well off, all the little accents to his expensive suits, his carriage, and even more tiny little details. Because he seemed so well off, I couldn't help but feel like he did do something for living which was utterly horrible. He could be a hitman. 

You know, first he draws you in with his friendly smile, you feel impressed by his actions and his atmosphere, the way he breathes, the way he talks, only for him to invite you o