After the whole ceremony at the airport, Wonwoo droved us to an old neighborhood. "Where are we?" I asked as I got out of the car. "My old house," he said as he walked to the front door. Wonwoo knocked 3 times on the door, no answer. Then I watched him banged the door with his fist, no answer. He took out his phone, "Shit, I haven't changed my number to korean form yet. Can I borrow yours?" I gave him mine, and he dialed in a number. 

"Yeoboseyo? Mum?" Wonwoo asked. It was so quiet, I could barely hear the phone call. "Yes, S-Son?" The voice from the other end sounded weak and fragile. "Where are you?" Wonwoo asked firmly. "I'm.. working, what's wrong?" his mum hesitated before replying. "Eomma! Where are you?!", "Son, I n-need to go now. I'll call you back soon, okay? Bye." his mum hung up quickly.

Wonwoo's hand was griping the phone. "Let's go," he said and went back to the car as I followed behind quietly. "Where?" I asked. "I installed a tracker on her phone, so I would know where she is," he gave me back my phone. Wonwoo quickly opened an app, and logged into his ID. After a few minutes, he got a GPS tracker on his phone screen. Then, we start to move. 

Not more than 10 minutes, we arrived at a side road near an abandoned factory. Wonwoo got out first as I followed him from behind. He walked around for a bit then found something, a phone. "My mum's phone, is out here.." he said. "Then, she's probably around here," I continued. We walked around the abandon factory, there was debris everywhere, old rusty bars and broken sheds. The abandon factory itself is almost destroyed with big holes everywhere and broken walls. "But, why would she be here though?" I asked curiously. "I don't even know, but it seems like something bad is happening," he said quietly, almost like a whisper.

"Ah!"

"Eomma!"

We ran towards the ongoing screaming, but it suddenly went quiet. When suddenly, a very loud smacking sound echoed its way to our ear drums.

Smack!

And we're running again, towards a gang of buff guys in dress suits and a fragile, weak figure of a women tied to a chair with a pool of blood around her.

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yALL

I updated

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