Gosh it was cold and dark… Well, seeing as it was the winter time. Would it snow this year?  Again??

Oh? A customer.

*ClingCling*

I heard the door. “Annyeonghaseyo. How may I help—”

“Well, aren’t you a pretty lady?”

“Boh?”

He walks around the counter to me. Wh-what was he planning?!?

“Is—Is anyone—!!”

“Yah.” He cut me off. “Don’t try calling for help. Or I’ll cut that pretty face of yours.” He surprisingly got extremely close to me, his pocket knife under my jawline. “Just relax.” He says. “It’ll be fine, really. I’ll just take you out into the back, no one’ll see us there. Even if someone does, I can get rid of you, easily.”

The smell of liquor in his breath and on his clothes. I pulled my face slightly back to refrain from smelling it but he just pulled me closer. “What—what do you want??”

“You.”

My eyes widen in terror. ME?!?! What was he planning to do?! Was he really planning to….

“You can’t even remember me??” He whimpers to himself. “This isn’t the first time I’ve been here, this gas station I mean. I always come. What, is it that you don’t like me??”