“Eunae!”

           My name was not a very common name for girls to have, so whenever I hear it my first reaction would always be to check to see who was calling me. But this time, it was not a smart idea because of the stairs I was on. I thought I would fall down the stairs and hit my head like usual. But this time, something changed. Someone’s large and warm hands held onto my arm and waist to prevent me from falling down the stairs. I sighed in relief but gasped of the strong hold on my arm and waist.