Jisoo swiped his card to opened the door, “welcome,” and let Jeonghan to be the first one to step into his place. “I’m sorry that this place is still messy cause I haven't unpack everything”

“No its okay,” Jeonghan looked around the unit, “I like your style” and found it comfortable already. Jisoo said that he personally design his apartment unit and Jeonghan could clearly see it. His room was simple, organized, and  warm at the same time. 

“Wait till you see my collection,!” 

“Co— collection?”. 

“Yeah” Jisoo blinked his eyes consecutively before he got up and  “My manga collection” opened a door. Jeonghan took a look at it, and found another room that actually have no difference of function with the living room. What makes it different was the giant rack that holds hundreds of comics and CDs, on the both wall of the room. 

“Aaah, that kind of collection..” He nodded.

“Eh, you don't like manga and anime? Ah, I'm sorry, I—“

“Why are you saying sorry?” Jeonghan went inside the room and look for more, “You invested a lot on this, I can obviously tell that, be proud of it!”

“Yeah, I should—“

CLACK.

They turned their faces onto the door and found it closed already. Just before, they pretty sure that they hear a sound of a door being locked from the outside. Jisoo quickly ran towards the door to make sure, “No…” and ended up found the worst thing to happen. “Hey!! Hey!!! Opened the door!! Please!!” as if he could Sense that there was something off, He started to outrageously hitting the door, “Hey!! Help!!”

Jeonghan made his way and stood beside him, “What? What's wrong?” 

“The door— some— someone locked it from the outside—”

“What? who-- how come??” He widened his eyes and slid onto the ground, “Can— can you call someone?”

Jisoo shook his head in disappointment. “I left it on my bag outside”

“Well, okay relax, cause-- argh!! i’m so stupid! I usually keep it in my pocket, but!!”. And because of that, Jeonghan became more eager on hitting the door, “Hey!! Open the door! Please!!”.

please!! anyone!! help!!!

Hyung!!

Was he dreaming?

Hyung!!

The voice that called for him, Seungchol wasn't sure of it either.

Hyung!!

With the last force he had, He tried to open his eyes, just to make sure wether he really went to hell or miraculously ended up in heaven. 

Seungchol Hyung!!.

“Ha— hansol?” He couldn't see his face, since he still had the same eyes as before. What he saw was a figure, lightened up the dark alley with its thermal color that hurted his eyes. “Is that you?” But he clearly recognized the voice, and a part of him was sure of it, “Han— hansol—“

“Hyung!!! Are you okay?!?!” and he was right, it was indeed his brother. “Hyung, why are you—“  

Seungchol brushed his hand, even before he got to touch him. And while panting, He tried to slide back from Hansol.

“eh?”

“Go away,” He calmly said. “Now” But by just looking at  the cold seungchol that sprawled on the ground with his eyes that gazed into nothing and his voice that sounded shakier than ever, Hansol know that he should not listen to what he said. 

“But—“

Seungchol got up and reach for his brother, as he pulled him onto him and turned around, “Get down!”.

Hansol hid on seungchol’s hug and hold onto his back, “Hyung—“. But soon after he felt something off about his hand, he tried to pull away, “Hyung, you’re…” He looked at his hands, and found it soaked with blood. “you’re—“

Seungchol released his brother and turned away. While Showing his bloody back to his brother, he managed to get up, leaving Hansol in fear of what he sees. 

“Who are you?”.

A man in a black hoodie aimed an arrow at him. He was standing on the edge of the street, off the alley. “Does it matter?”

“It ing does,” Seungchol reached for his back, and pulled out the stick that was stuck in his body. argh!. He bit his lip and deal with the pain.

“I’m surprised that you didn't scream in pain” The man changed the direction of his arrow, into the guy that were stranded on the ground. “Hmm, Maybe I should start with the one who will feel more pain—“

in a whoosh, “Put down the arrow,” A hand was already set into a chest, gripping at the heart inside of it.

“Tsk,”. And that particular right hand belonged to Seungchol, who mercilessly held onto one’s life. “So it's true, huh?”

Seungchol teased the thing on his hand by slowly squeezing it and play along, “What the hell are you talking about?”

The face that he made, it was the kind of face that a mute person made when they're in pain. 

Twenty steps behind him, Hansol was still sitting on the ground and tried to proceed everything. Everything that just happened in front of him. In seconds, still with blood streaming down from his back, His brother ran into nothing and left him behind. And into nothing to, He reached for something on his back. It was like he pulled an air that plugged the hemorrhage on his back. And once it's been taken off, the bleeding just continued and became worse. 

But the fact that he saw his brother talking and cursing to no one was the thing that got him terrified like a chick about to cross a street. “Hyung?”

Seungchol turned his face on Hansol,

“Do you want to know why you can't see him?” The guy whispered into his ear, “Not like the way you see me?” and stole away seungchol’s attention. “I can give you the answer now”

He wanted to know it, he wanted to know everything.

“But I won't give it for free, so let's trade”

“Trade? with what?”

But then he chose to not to.

“With your brother of course—“ An ignorant chuckle that left his mouth and cutting his own words,  “S.coups you really are a beast” was the last thing that he said before Seungchol tightened his grip and destroy his heart in a fist. 

Jihoon accidentally blinked for four times, and turn off the camera on his lens. The sword has no longer floats in the air, as he saw a person with a mask in a leather suit was holding onto it. And that person too, he  has a knot on his waist that attached to the neck of Seungkwan and Chan. He controlled the two poor boys, he got their lives in his hand. “I forgot to bring mine, so I borrow yours, what a nice house ornaments you have, ” he played with the sword and swung it around.

“Jihoon—“

“Blink for four times,” Jihoon told his friend, “let them go” before setting his eyes back to the guy upstairs.

“or else?” He opened his mask and showed them, his face “or else what?” that's filled with scars. From what he looked like, he didn't seem to have the intention of letting anyone go. “Come on, talk back to me! I dint came a long way to kill someone this easily!” He played with the knot that connected to Seungkwan, and made him choke, “Hmm, this boy over here, aren't you disappointed at your own hyung?”

Seungkwan just closed his eyes, and let the word passed by his ears.

But seeing seungkwan not talking back to someone who’s being rude to him made him more than worried. “You let them go and you can do anything you want with me!!”. “Just let them go!!”

“Okay,” The guy raise his sword, “So which one of them are you going to save? The snobby one or the youngest one?”. Jihoon didn't see that coming, he didn't see that have to choose over them. “Come on, do you really think that I’m going to give them back to you for free? Man, it's one point one person”

“Then you can have me too!!” Soonyoung took a step forward, “You— you—“

“Why would I trade them with you? who are you?”  He scoffed, “Hahaha, okay, now lets back to business, so which one—“

“Let them go or this things will cut through your vein and that won't be nice”. Jihoon raised his hand and be in a position. At the same time, a scissor float in the air, aiming for the scar full face as it followed his finger. 

“You do know that they can see it right?” He twitched the knot of both Chan’s and Seungkwan’s, playing with their throat, “see those guys over there? He’s a monster”

“He is not!” Chan exclaimed, “You are—“

“Yes, kid, I’m a monster too,” And again, he pulled it to choke and forcing Chan to close his mouth, “You’re not helping, I think I’m going to kill you first—“

A sound of wind cutting the atmosphere that release the tension could be heard, right after Jihoon pulled his hand away. The scissor flew away and struck the rope that hold on to the two boy's life. Cutting the knot, and ended up stuck on the floor. 

Seungkwan and Chan fell on the floor and rolled downstairs, as they kiss the ground with their bloody head.

Witnessing all of that painful trip, Soonyoung came at them and pulled them into his arm to keep them away and safe. “You— you what do you want?”

“That's the thing about kids, they asked unnecessary things to the ‘bad guy’ ” he dropped the sword, just so he could quote with his hand. “Oh, right since I let go two people then I need my two Point—“ and by instinct He started to sniff around, “Ah, there’s one more Point not really far from  here but— damn it, that Point though!” He chuckled, “He is a much more fun Point than you”

Jihoon pulled his hand, and automatically pulled the scissor from the ground. “Shut up!!” 

“No, you shut up cause I’m done talking,” He grabbed his sword and jumped off to the lower ground where everyone was standing in fear. He swung it around, before he got to bring it to Jihoon. 

The sound of metal clinging, came from the contact of the sword, and jihoon’s only scissor. As if it was tied with an invisible thread, The scissor plays along and even cope up with the sword that untamedly aiming for the white head. “Too bad that you only got a scissor,” The swordsman continue, “Well, I really thought that we could play along, but,” In a strike, the sword made it way to marked the stomach of its opponent. “You’re just like what they say, Woozi, a weak little point—“ 

Jihoon didn't move an inch even if the sword went deeper until it ripped his back shirt. and not far from where he stands, Soonyoung was the only person who saw it coming and even if so, He wasn't ready to witness such a painful scene.  “Ji— jihoon…”

“Oh, so that's your name? Jihoon?” A twisted of the sword made him hiss, “Jihoon? I like woozi better—“

A ray of light emerged from inside of him. Or at least, that's what Soonyoung see. As he kept his two dongsaeng away from the nightmare, He watched every part of Jihoon glowed in white. And not just glowing, he literally lit up the room, as the white ray becoming bigger and bigger, until it force every eye to closed and let him shine out the room.

“Wait, I think— I think I can unlock the door,” Jeonghan crouched to level his eyes with the keyhole. He reached for his hair, and grab one of his hair hairpins. “I never try this but…” He it into the hole and then slowly turn it around.

“Are you picking locks the door??” Jisoo sat down with him, “You can do that??”

“Well lets find out—“ the glorious sound of the door being unlocked, both of them, they could hear it. “I did it!! Hah! i knew it! Those hours i spent on scrolling over my Tumblr dashboard weren't a waste of time!”. With that amount of happiness, Jeonghan couldn't help but to hug the person in front of him, “Jisoo! I did it!!”

“Yeah, you did it!” and with his warmest smile, he patted his back, “jeonghan you're awesome—“

CLACK

“What are you guys doing?”. A dripped of blood that made a puddle on the carpet caught their eyes, pulled them up looked up onto a face “Never mind,” of Choi seungchol. And behind him, Hansol was cornered with fear. “Hansol do you know these two people?” Hansol nodded at his brother, as he sure that he’ve seen those faces somewhere in the school. “Well, you stay here, okay? I’ll be right back”

In a whimp, Seungchol left his bother with the two people, which he never met before.

As Seungchol rushed out the room, Jeonghan was the first one to initiate the greetings. “Hi— I’m Jeonghan…” He nodded, “And he is Jisoo,” then pointed at the person that was still in his embrace.

Hansol slowly crept his eyes on the two people who were just like him, still wearing the school uniform. But looking at their ties, “I’m Hansol, A freshman” Hansol remembered that they have the same ties that His hyung wore earlier. 

Jeonghan shift his eyes to the blood puddle in front of him, “did you guys ran into a cat?” that gave him lots of questions.

“No,” Hansol gulped, “Its human blood”.

Soonyoung opened his eyes. He blinked his eyes, and pinched his nose, as he tried to believe that it was only a dream. Seungkwan and Chan were still on his arm, breathing unconsciously, and there were still in the basement of Jihoon’s house. Everything was a mess, the door, the shelf, the book, the paper, it were all scattered on the floor. 

“Jihoon?” That name was the only thing he could think about, “Jihoon are you okay?”

And Silence was the only reply he got.

“Jihoon??” Soonyoung carefully placed Seungkwan and Chan on the floor as he got up to look for the person. “Jihoon? Lee Jihoon!” With his hands, Soonyoung made more mess by throwing everything away, “Jihoon!” 

And with no sign of him on the room, Soonyoung went upstairs, “Jihoon! Jihoon where are you!?” he kept on shouting the name. 

“Lee Jihoon—“ Soonyoung closed his mouth when he saw the front door knob turning for itself. By reflected, Soonyoung hid behind the table and hold onto the nearest cushion.

The door slowly opened and a figure was standing in front of it. From where he hid, Soonyoung could see the feet, the feet that soaked in blood. “Where’s your other friend?” The voice was familiar, Soonyoung sure of it, “Where’s Lee Jihoon?”

 Soonyoung showed himself, “Sun— sunbae…” And stared at Seungchol who was drenched in blood. Once he looked away from his eyes and ended up staring at any part of the bloody self, Soonyoung got a hideous cramp on his stomach. “Are— are you—"

“These blood aren't mine,” Seungchol went inside the house and scanned at the room that were a complete mess, “Where's Jihoon?”

A combination of devastation and pain made Soonyoung shook his head. “I don't know,”

Where am I??

Everything was dark, the contrary of who Jihoon was just a moment ago. He couldn't see anything, anything but the sign on his wrist. The sign was his only light as it glows white and blinked furiously.

“Woozi, how are you? are you alright?”. A voice, a distorted voice echoed in his ear.

Woozi? who the hell is woozi?!

He looked around, ran around, tried to search for the voice. 

But his run was endless, there was no voice to be found, nor a wall to be hit.

“Who are you!?!?”. He shouted, replying the echo with a louder echo. “What do you want from me?!”

He waited for the reply, but even after a minute, there was no sign of him being heard. 

“Answer me— ARGH!!”. Jihoon dropped himself on the ground as if he was pulled off by a magnet. His right wrist was stuck on the ground, couldn't be moved, couldn't be lifted. “HEY! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?”

POINT RANK : 2

CODE NAME : WOOZI

STATUS : ACTIVATED

RELIABILITY : 20%

CURRENT STATE: 3/7

What the hell??.

As the dark floor turned into a gigantic screen, and those were written on it, right under his eyes.

WELCOME BACK, WOOZI.