“We need your help, please,” he begged, having grabbed her arm.

  Any other time, she could have easily thrown him to the wall with a flick of her wrist. But there was something in his brown eyes that made her reconsider. Desperation, maybe, not that he was trying to hide anything. They walked in the room, knowing that at with every step, they were getting closer to the lion's den. Maybe they knew the risks but didn’t care. Or maybe just well prepared, judging by the bulge on his side pocket.

  Her eyes flickered to the other, a blonde with hollow cheeks. The eye bags under his eyes showing that he had trouble sleeping for a long time now. The fact that his hand remained steady pointing the gun at her told her that that he’s done this before and he’s still on the fece about the whole ordeal. The anger in his eyes however, indicated that maybe she could get him to change his mind.

  They had so much emotions coming in here, it stank up the room. She could already imagine the flavors if she had them for dinner. She sighed heavily, knowing Soyeon would not approve of such thoughts.

  “Bring her in.”