Yoona
Jiminie?

Yoona
Helloooo

"Please let me go!" a loud cry filled my ears and I tossed my phone aside before running towards the window.
Two men dressed in red cloaks had her in their grip, pulling the young girl away from home, towards the old shrine at the end of the street.

"Please no please!! Papa say something!" She screamed for help while people stood staring at her, expression of pity plastered on their faces including mine.

Fear crawled up my spine at the sight. Her name was Jia, fourteen years old. She arranged cupcakes at her father's bakery in front of our house. That's all I knew about her, but I knew one other thing too--

Yoona
She doesn't deserve to die