Beside Yoongi talking to me no one else talked to me throughout the whole school. But I was happy for one thing, I got another window seat. So like before I could be away from the class. I like being alone, sometimes. Other times I like people being around me. Just three days ago my sister left once again. She's supposed to be in bed since she just had her child. Five days after Doyeon's death my sister gave birth to a girl. They thought it was going to be a boy but instead it was a girl. It made me really cry when my sister told me what they named it. Doyeon, Yoon Do Yeon. I cried for days. Doyeon's ego would have rise high as the sun.

"I hope you had a good first day." Yoongi spoke as I walked out the school. I told him I did as I left. This time I didn't plug in my earphones as I walked home. Walking to school, yes. Walking home. No. I wasn't even half way home when I felt like someone was following me.

In the streets of Seoul, you never walk alone.

But something about this crept me out. I didn't like the feeling. I turned around to see no one. Maybe I'm just imagining things now. I walked passed a gas station as I stepped inside. I walked to the back of the store grabbing a cold Pepsi. As I started walking to the front I heard the bell above the door go off and then a gunshot went off.

"Money! Now!" I heard someone yell. I froze standing still. There in front of the cashier was a tall figure with a black handgun. He was aiming it at the young girl's head as she opened the register. Her hands were shaking so much she didn't get it open in time before he shot her. I let out a yelp running behind a shelf.

"Someone else is here?" This was another voice but I swear I didn't see anyone else. But I was wrong as I looked above me in the mirror and saw another figure moving towards me. In his other hand was a gun. My chest was rising up and down and I heard his foot steps get closer and closer. I fell to the ground crawling into a knot. I'm going to die.

"Wait. Jiwoo." I froze as I heard the voice. I didn't look up but I did jerk away when someone touched me.

"Jiwoo, it's me. It's Yoongi." My head flung up as I saw the figure rip off his mask. Indeed standing in front of me was Yoongi. He gave me another smile as he held out his hand. I didn't take it but I did stand back up.

"Are you crazy! She could tell the police!" The other guy ran up hitting Yoongi in the arm.

Yoongi grabbed my arms looking deeply into my eyes. His eyes were full of hurt and pain just like me. But it was a different kind of pain. Different in away I think he's upset with himself.

"We didn't kill her, I promise. It's a long story, but can you please just let us get away. We really need this money. Like bad. Please. Let us go and don't tell the police and I promise I'll explain tomorrow." Yoongi said. I don't know why but I said yes. Maybe because I could see it in his eyes. He wasn't lying. Something was really worrying him. He needed the money for something. Once they ran away I ran over to the girl behind the counter. And like Yoongi said she wasn't dead. She had a small bullet hole in her arm. Actually looking behind her the bullet didn't go through her. It just hit the skin before hitting the wall behind her.

Once the police was called I had to answer some questions and after I went home. By the time I was walking home it was already raining outside and I left my umbrella at the store. I held my bag over my head until I reached a nearby bus stop. I ran under it sitting beside a guy. He was looking the other way but I asked him a question anyways.

"Do you happen to know where I can buy a umbrella?" I asked. He turned around looking at me. This guy was unbelievable handsome. His raven black hair and his matching eyes that seemed to be burning in me were just beautiful.

"Um...maybe the station nearby." He said. His voice was soft but it still seemed to hide something behind it.

"Really?" A loud thunder made me move closer to him. I'm not one who is usually afraid of a little thunder, but that's until it's really loud and dark, just like that one.

"Yeah. I can walk you there if you want. I have a umbrella." He said. He pulled out a white umbrella flashing me a smile before opening it. I could hear the bus coming from nearby.

"Weren't you waiting on the bus?" I asked.

"Nope. Just waiting for the rain to stop. But I guess I'll help a lovely person instead." He smiled. He held out his arm and for once I found myself smiling for real, but little did I know...

I was walking arm to arm with a serial killer.