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“Appa! (Father) Umma! (Mother)" these words were despondently cried by an immaculate boy, hiding under the sheets of his bed. His faced damped with never ending tears flowing from his black marble eyes. He was not weeping because he thinks there was a monster under his bed. Oh no, they were tears of horror.

This boy suddenly heard a faint shriek, “Umma!” he instinctively threw the sheets aside and ran for the door. His small bare feet met the wooden floor of the murky hall, once full of life. He searched for the light, hoping, wishing, and praying he was not too late. Short steps were made attempting not to get caught.

His lips quavered in fright, “Umma? Appa?” he soughed, longing for their answer. The surroundings were too silent. As he neared the only lighted room, he heeded his father’s profound voice, pleading, not for his life but for someone else’s,
“Spare him, spare him please. Spare my son.” He was not sure what his Appa meant, he only started attending school in Korea last month, and he did not know Hangul much, the language of the local tongue. It was too complicated to comprehend. After that, there was deafening quietness. The immaculate boy had his palms pinned on the wooden door frame. It was stained with slime, with red as its color and scent, like rust.

He slowly peeked inside. His eyes enlarged and heart rate unreadable. He saw his parents lying down side by side shrouded with red sludge, lifeless. Standing beside the unfortunate couple, was a woman wearing tattered clothes dappled with crimson spots. Her hair unbearably curly and her eyes filled with much satisfaction. Her lips wore a very unique malevolent smile. That was a scene this immaculate psyche -now corrupted- could never forget.

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“Jin Ho!” a gorgeous college girl yelled out to her loved one.
“Jin Ho!” the second time she sounded afraid.

She struggled immensely trying to break free from the tight rope wrapped around her torso and that was hindering her to breathe normally. She was tied to a circular beam, securing her in place.

“Don’t, please don’t~!” this was the only thing she could do, scream.
Her beloved Jin Ho was presently in the possession of the evil. His hands intertwined at the small of his back. A pistol positioned at his right temple and his mouth duct taped.

This might seem like a scene from a movie, sadly it was true to life.

“You see Yae Jin, I pick what I want for you, not the other way around. Now this is what happens when you disobey me.” A woman with curled tresses and dressed in chic clothing, sprayed with the finest perfume and wore expensive make-up, stated to the young lady Yae Jin.

“It won’t happen again! Just leave him alone.” She pleaded. The vulnerable college girl can’t help but sob her mascara running along with her regretful tears.

“It’s too late for that.” The woman uttered.

Yae Jin gazed at Jin Ho’s eyes, ‘I love you’ was written all over it. Seeming she got the message she muttered an “I love you too.” back. The hideous being, spun around and gracefully left the musty abandoned warehouse. The moment her pumps stepped out the premises, a gun shot sounded off in the area. The college senior, before her very eyes, witnessed the death of her darling Jin Ho. Not savoring every second of it. She stood there still, guilty and lost.

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