A car pulled up inside the garage of all apartments, as a young miss stepped out after parking. She grabbed her purse from the backseat, and then beeped her car locked. Making her way towards the elevator, as her high heels click on the cold concrete ground, a person out of nowhere came up behind her.

“Give me your money!” The man shouted, as his arm wrapped around her neck, and a cold pistol was pointed at her back. Without any time to scream, the young miss panicked and held onto her purse tightly.

“You think that a pistol like yours can scare me? Shoot me if your dare. You’ll never be drenched with my money,” she retorted with harsh tone, and the man pushed her down on the ground forcibly.

“Is that so? Then I’ll make use of that model body of yours,” the dirty thief spoke, as he held her down. “What a pathetic thief you are. You couldn’t take my money, so you’re forcing me to have with you? Just kill me with that 9mm in your hand. Unless that is fake,” she spat out, and the man slapped her hard across the face.

“You feisty little ! I love woman like you who talks big and wishes for death. Maybe I should blow that head of yours,” the man spoke with his deep hoarse voice, as the gun pointed at the woman’s head.

“Blow my head off then,” she muttered closing her eyes.

“Get off of her, or you’ll be the one with the head blown off,” a soft husky voice man spoke up. The young miss opened her eyes, and saw a light brown head messy hair man, with dark shades pointing a real gun at the thief’s head from behind.

“Okay, okay, I got it,” the thief replied, as both hands rose up to the sky. “I’ll give you three seconds to run. 1…” the man counted, as the thief got up slowly and away from the young lady.

“2…” the dark shades man continued on counting. “I’m not a kid, !” The hief shouted, as he turned around and swung his gun back, hitting the man with dark shades on the forehead.

“head!” The man with dark shades groaned, as he shot two fires, but missed. “It’s okay, he’s already gone. Are you alright?” The young miss asked the man, as she checked his forehead.

“The er got me on my head, but I’m alright. Are you okay?” The man replied, and asked her a question. “I’m fine, thank you,” she thanked the man. “No problem,” he replied with a smile back.

“I’m Jung Minah, I live on level 2. It’s my fault that you’re hurt. We should take care of your tiny wound,” she introduced herself to the stranger. “Yong Junhyung at your service. About my head, it’s fine. A tiny open wound like this won’t kill me. You should be careful next time,” he introduced himself back, and gave her a small warning.

“Thanks again,” she thanked him once more. “Maybe I should walk you to your level, incase that maniac comes back,” he offered, and Minah smiled nodding her head.