Silence. The first thing that struck my mind and definitely alerted me. Where am I? Anywhere, but clearly not in my dorm. Many synonyms are associated with it: mess, bustle, fun, but a word that absolutely does not fit in is silence. Especially with my restless neighbors. But the room in which I was now lying was too quiet. Like in a vacuum.

Trying to open my eyes, I felt that I was not lying on a soft bed in my usual room, and this was the second circumstance that alerted me. The mattress was as hard as a stone, and the blanket chipped slightly, like straw. I shouldn't have gotten so drunk yesterday.

Slowly opening my eyes and getting used to the surrounding darkness, I began to look around. God, just don’t tell me that I was so drunk that some guy took me away and now I’m lying in a shabby motel outside of the city... My head was buzzing, my vision was blurry, and darkness did not allow me to look around normally. Trying to sit down, I instantly regretted it: pain hit in my head so hard that it dimmed my eyes. A painkillers would be just perfect now.

“Woke up already?” In surprise, I squealed and sank into bed. A voice came from the far corner of the room, and it was impossible to see the man, as well as everything that was there. Looking nervously at the corner, I tried to see at least something, but in vain. This man was silent, apparently expecting an answer.

“I... Yes, but…” I hesitated, not even knowing which question out of a thousand to start with.

“Anticipating further questions, I will say right away: you are in my room, in the camp ‘Freedom’ of the southern peninsula, chosen one. My name is Park Chanyeol and you are damn lucky I found you.” After finishing his monologue, Chanyeol has fallen silent.

For a second, my head was empty and the only thing I could say was:

“What?”

The guy on the other side of the room sighed in annoyance.

“YOU are in my room, in…” slowly, as if explaining everything to a mentally retarded person, he repeated his words.

“Wait, wait, wait!” I waved my hands, stopping him. “I can hear everything perfectly, but... What? What are you talking about? A camp?.. Chosen One?..”

“Yes. You are exactly the one whom everyone in our modest kingdom has been looking for for about six months. Although I am already beginning to doubt your chosenness.” He said the last sentence quietly, but I still heard him.

So, apparently last night I somehow got to know this strange guy and ended up in his room... Although, maybe my neighbor Seoyeon did this? It's in her spirit to prank me like that. But this guy speaks a little too confidently to sound like a joke. Moreover, among my acquaintances there are no guys with such a low and bass voice... From which the conclusion follows - I’m ed. I need to get out of here, and quickly, you never know what this Chanyeol will think of doing. However, there was a significant problem that prevented me from escaping. The room was pitch dark and I couldn't see anything.

“Okay,” I drawled, slowly patting my body and making sure that the clothes were on me. So, nothing happened to me, which greatly cheered me up. And I calmly, trying not to show my fear, continued. “Why is it so dark in here? Maybe you can turn on the light?”

“Wait.” That instant I heard footsteps and some rustle. Internally, I was all tense and was ready to run as fast as possible.

A minute later the room lit up with light which blinded me for a while but without wasting a second I darted in the opposite direction from the bed to the door. Having reached it in a short time, I abruptly pulled the rough handle of the door towards myself, which made it... fall off. 

At first I watched in shock and was amazed at the antiquity of this device, as laughter rolled through the room. Turning around, I saw a tall, broad-shouldered guy who was now comically holding his stomach and bent over in a fit of laughter.

“Damn, what…” he barely said, but again he was overcome by amusement. Laughing and already annoying me, the guy straightened up and continued smiling. “I knew that the chosen one has a certain power, but to pull out the handle so mercilessly before my eyes? Incredible.”

Chanyeol started chuckling again and I (already seething with my absurdity and his jokes) frowned and folded my arms over my chest.

“Is it my fault that this door is so ancient? It can even fall apart from a simple touch!” I was indignant but then I remembered where I was and involuntarily began to examine the room.

In the light of a day, the room seemed less intimidating. The walls of the room were made of dark brick and the bed I was on recently was quite big and covered with a dark blue blanket, which I threw on the floor while trying to escape. Nearby was a massive wooden window that illuminated the room. On the sides of the window hung the same dark blackout curtains that hid the room from daylight. In addition, opposite of me was a vast fireplace in which coals were burning out and above it hung something that both alerted and attracted me. Long and shiny daggers crossed among themselves. As a last resort, I had already found a self-defense weapon but the problem in the form of a tall guy still stood in front of me, blocking the daggers.

“I can’t agree with you.” Said the guy and I turned my gaze to him. Well, I have to admit, this guy was not bad looking. Even better. His eyes looked into mine with insolence, there was a scar over his left eye, apparently old, but under his lips, which were bent in a grin, there was a new one that was gradually healing. Everything in his posture, movements, eyes gave off a strong demeanor which made me involuntarily hold my breath. Will I be able to escape from him?.. “It's just that apparently you don't know how to use doors.”

And then he began to approach me, closing the distance between us. The guy was much taller than me which made him bend down and our eyes were finally on the same level. His eyes, the color of brewed coffee, were so close that I could see his dilated hypnotizing pupils. Wait, I can’t admire him when being in dange