"Scream all you want, Princess." The dark figure spat. "No one will be able to hear you."

Princess Irene yawned, relaxing against the back of the chair she was tied to, clearly uninterested. She sat in the middle of a dark warehouse, pitch black save for the single ray of moonlight shining down from a sky light on the ceiling, like a spotlight. The figure came closer, spewing threats, but she remained indifferent.

"Oh come on!" He said, finally stepping out from the shadows. Song Minho. A well-known mafia leader, who had been plotting the Princess's death for a long time. "I'm about to kill you! Can you at least pretend to be interested? Don't you want to know why you're going to die?"

"Ugh, fine. Why are you trying to kill me?" Irene mumbled half-heartedly. "Not that I care."

"Well, you see," He began, ignoring her last sentence. "it all started when I was child, back in- hey don't roll your eyes!"

"Your fly's open."

"Wha- oh, thanks. Anyways, as I was sayi-" Irene rolled her eyes again, and he stomped frustratedly. "Listen!"

"If you're going to tell a story at least make it interesting. I'm bored now."

"Fine, be that way. I'll just kill you now." Minho snarled, moving forward. Irene hummed, folding her arms over her chest, and Minho stopped in his tracks.

"Impossible! How did you escape your shackles?" He gasped, as she nonchalantly inspected her nails.

"Sorry Minnie, but Friday is date night. This was fun, but its time to die."

"Yeah?" He scoffed. "You can't do a thing without your precious bodyguards, and they'll never find us here, out in the middle of nowhere. There's no one coming to save you this time, Princess."

"Minnie, you're such a dumb dumb!" Irene giggled. "I already told you, it's date night! Seulgi never misses date night."

"That's it, you bit-"

The skylight shatters, and three figures drop down noiselessly from above. They stand behind Irene, quietly looking around.

"Hey babe, it's date night!"

Minho roars, and men pour out from the shadows, converging on the girls. Irene and Minho watch, one in apathy and the other in fear, as they begin dropping like flies, not even close enough to scratch the girls. The tallest one shoots two matching pistols with ease and accuracy. The shortest one stands back to back with her,