“And the winner is Mystery!!” The announcer shouted as he lifted my arm, while my aproned was laying on the ground, covered with bruises and bleed, let’s say I didn’t go easy on him. The crowd shouted and cheered for my win, seems like I got new fan boys. Greater more idiots who wants my attention as if I didn’t have enough people. As soon as I left the ring, I sprinted outside not wanting to talk to anyone. I managed it with no problem, but as soon as I saw my bike, a could chill run down my spine

Black painted roses were on my bike, along with a red card next to it. It’s like yesterday as I first received these types of flower. Suspicious I looked around before I took the card and opened it.

I see, you can survive in hell.

-Z

Z…I’ve no clue who he/she was, but yet I felt like he/she’s been watching me, ever since I left the building a year ago. They told me they would keep an eye on me, I though there were only empty promises, until I received the first black roses along with a card.

Welcome in Hell.

-Z

I took the flowers and throw them on the ground, disgusted on the memories it brings back. Ever since I left the building, I know that I’m a dead girl walking. Putting on my helmet, I hopped on my motorbike and speeded away, I just wanted to go back home. Today was a long day, and I’m so not down for any of their businesses.

“This must be a sick joke.” I mumbled as I enter my secret place and found black roses on the front table; next to it was a card.

It’s not nice, to throw flowers away.

-Z

I’m not even going to ask how they got into the house or how they were faster than I here. I know they got their way. It was a few minutes past 11pm as I decided to change and go home, even though I could sleep here. Dad left after our dinner for a business trip while Jiyong was on a seminar in Busan for a couple of days. Alone at home, something I’m not really used to.

Nothing, no missed calls, no voice mails or texts, not from my mom, dad, brother or any of my friends. I was quiet disappointed mixed with relieved. I wanted to talk, but yet again, I was tried and just wanted to be in my bed and sleep.

Slipping my phone back at my jacket pocket, along with my hands, I quicken my speed. It’s way to cold for my liking.

I could already see my place from the far, all lights inside off, but what do I expect, it’s midnight. Normal people would already be in bed and sleep. As I got closer, I see a silhouette of someone leaning against the gat