A folder containing plain white sheets of paper clutched in one hand, her phone in the other and a stationary pouch filled with pens, markers and highlighters balanced between her stomach and wrist, she followed the other students through the corridors of the asylum. With her hair messily tied up into a bun and a pencil pierced through it to hold it in place, she looked like a typical college student struggling to find time for herself.

"Make sure you note down all the observations while we're studying the subject. I won't be providing any extra studying material." She sighed at her Psychology teacher's announcement. Their practical classes were fun, apart from the fact that they were supposed to write down every little detail they observed if they wanted to pass an exam.

She wasn't listening to the teacher anymore. More facts, more nods from other students and logical explanations for what, why and how. "It does come under Abnormal Psychology, but that's for your next semester." She was slowly switching off, mentally drifting towards the clouds. "Corridor lights... careful ahead..." She probably heard that somewhere. The very sound of it was bothersome and she couldn't help but sit down on her spot, untie her neatly tied shoelace only to retie it and engage herself in something else for a while.

When she stood back up, the students were all gone. There were soft echoes of her teacher's voice coming from somewhere around. Surveying her surroundings, she realized that there were two corridors in absolutely opposite directions. She couldn't figure out which direction the sounds were coming from and the fact that they were slowly growing faint raised a sense of panic in her chest.

"The brightly lit corridor.", her best sense of judgement supplied. So with some hesitation, she took small steps towards the well lit corridor, ignoring the other one with dim and blinking lights.

A few steps into it resembled a cell or so. Small rooms with silver bars on each side of the corridor compelled her to return. Maybe her best sense of judgement wasn't so right, after all. When she turned on her heel to walk away, her eyes were caught by a pair of dark brown ones that stared at her from one of the cells on the far end. Distractedly, she dropped her unzipped stationary pouch, spilling its contents all over the white floor.

She tore her gaze from the cells and went down on one knee to pick up her markers and pencils. A soft, boyish laugh filled her ears, immediately making her look back up. It was a slender looking boy, something around her age, forehead covered with silk black bangs, the smooth surface of his skin reflected the light shining in his cell. Glancing towards the other cells, she realized that most of them were empty and the inmates in a selected few were busy doing their own thing.

The boy with brown eyes gave her half a smile, raising his hand to wave at her through the silver bars separating them. She widened her eyes, looked behind her to check if that was directed to someone else and then turned back towards him. She was clearly instructed to refrain from interacting with anyone except the staff members and doctors inside the asylum.

"Don't respond." Her best sense of judgement whispered.

"Obviously, I won't." She replied, then slowly turned around to walk away until-

"How rude." The boy muttered. She almost didn't hear it. Almost.

When she peeked back at him, his half smile had grown into a full, wide, knowing grin. He used his hand to gesture her to come towards his cell.

"Don't go." She ignored her best sense of judgement and took small, unsure steps in his direction, then stopped a safe distance away.

"My toy..." He started, eyes pointing towards a Rubik's cube lying a few steps outside the cell. "It fell outside and the guard kicked it away from me. Can you please give it to me?" He requested.

She bit her lower lip, contemplating whether she should just pick it up for him or ignore him and walk back outside. It would come off as rude, but it wouldn't matter anyway. She would never even meet him after this. Shifting her gaze from the boy to the Rubik's cube and back to the boy, she let out a frustrated sigh.

"He's locked up anyway." She reassured herself with a sight of the metal lock outside the cell.

Why couldn't she just ignore him?

She didn't know either. Was it sympathy for the young boy who was locked up and treated like shit? Or resentment towards the staff that purposely bullied him? Or was it an entirely different reason?

Was it because she found him a little attractive? She mentally convinced herself that was not it. Even if he had eyes that slightly resembled steaming hot coffee, sun kissed skin that glistened under the light, husky voice that drew her towards him the very first time she heard it and even if the light stubble on his face, that she noted looked sexy up close, she wouldn't conclude he was attractive. There was a spark of danger in the same brown eyes, the smile in the corner of his cherry red lips, even his unbearably beautiful skin would probably burn to the touch.

Or maybe she was just thinking too much. It was just a Rubik's cube that she had to hand back to him and she wouldn't have to deal with this ever again. So she boldly picked the cube up and inched towards his cell, stretching the cube in his direction.

"Thanks." His eyes squinted as he smiled at her, taking the Rubik's cube from her hand. She almost mimicked his expression. Almost.

Before she knew, his soft and slender fingers had wrapped around her palm, restricting her from walking away from the cell. She attempted to wriggle her hand free, but his grip was too strong. "Tell me your name." He said, a smile still playing on his lips. She jerked her hand away, but to no avail. "You don't talk?"

"Jin Hee!" They both turned to look at the boy, hair messily pushed to the side and a pencil clutched between his fingers as he stomped over to them.

"Kyungsoo." She acknowledged in a hushed voice.

The person inside the cell still had a strong grip on her hand and Kyungsoo's eyes naturally followed the gesture. Without wasting any time, the former pulled her closer to the bars, whispered something in her ears (that made her eyes widen, Kyungsoo noted) and released her hand. "Thanks for this." He waved the Rubik's cube in front of her and smiled pleasantly.

Almost immediately, Kyungsoo intertwined his fingers with hers and pulled her away. "We need to go." He said, leaving no room for arguments. She quietly complied, turning to get one last glance of the guy in the cell. He was now waving at her as if saying 'goodbye' to an old friend. She quickly looked away without giving him a response.

"Yah, are you crazy? Why did you go in there?" Kyungsoo asked furiously when they were both outside and away from the cells.

"I got lost earlier and that person asked me to help him, so I just-"

"He's a criminal." Kyungsoo stated. "Do you not watch the news?" He asked in disbelief.

"Do you know him?" Jin Hee asked, eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"That's Kim Jongin." He breathed. "Do you know about the string of murders of women in the city? He was suspected for it a few months ago, but was let out due to lack of evidence." He fidgeted with the pencil between his fingers before looking at his shoes. "Then, they found out he had some mental disorder and while he was being brought here last month..." It was rare to see Kyungsoo scared, but his lips trembled and voice hinted a sort of vibration. "He kidnapped the nurse who was supposed to accompany him and the driver of their van is still in a coma. Stay away from that kind of people."

It was as if someone poured cold water on her. "Kyungsoo..." She started, her voice laced with worry and anxiety. "Did you notice he whispered something in my ear?" She asked. Kyungsoo nodded in response.

"He said 'see you soon'."