Out of all the things that he had experienced in his almost two decades of lifetime, this was something Seonghwa had never experienced before.

Through all his years of living at the orphanage, Seonghwa had never gone through the eerie procedure of getting snatched away from the roadside by an unknown and then in a complete isolation from the rest of the world. Neither had he ever tried to run away from there. The orphanage was his only place in the planet after all, how could he leave it?

But...circumstances force you to do anything- to anything, to anyone. Even to yourself. And there cannot be an argument against this statement.

Perhaps his escaping from the orphanage was the prior reason as to why his fate pushed him towards this gruesome repercussions of being held captive by the cruelest killer of the town.

A week had passed and nothing had changed much. Seonghwa was still stuck in that sordid room with poor illumination, hands and feet cuffed. He hadn't seen the killer guy for the time being, making him think where he could be.

Perhaps scaring the living shits out of the townsfolk.

The only thing that sometimes made him wonder whether he was actually held hostage for slaughter was the regular supply of food and water that was provided to him along with the constant cleaning of his room, with dustless furnitures to the softest and cleanest of mattresses.

The food he was given to eat was way better than the orphanage food. It included a complete lunch and dinner, a balanced diet, everything healthy and in equal proportion, neither smelly nor stale. Seonghwa, who had never known any other meal other than dry bread and cold broth, was grateful for this fresh, warm meal and as soon as he laid hands on the food, he even forgot that he was a crazy murderer's prey at that moment.

He never hesitated to eat because no one had ever educated him that captivators can poison their captives' meals. But thanks to his lucky stars that, the food items had everything but poison.

One thing he had noticed was that, the person who used to come regularly to serve his food and clean his room was a girl, not more than thirteen. She looked almost healthy and well, without any signs of illness in her self, neither of any bruises on her body or pain upon her face. She looked exactly like a little girl from a simple household, never forgetting to smile at him as she left the room after her chores.

Seonghwa was quite amused and astonished at this weird experience. Even though he knew almost nothing about the world outside, one thing he was absolutely sure of was that, no kidnapper on Earth is supposed to treat their captives the way he was getting treated. That was odd. Why the heck is he doing this instead of killing me straight away? Who is he? What does he want form me?

Seonghwa was cogitating about all this while sitting upright on his bed, when suddenly, the door knob twisted and in came the man his thoughts were always occupied with. Seonghwa was not amused.

He looked at him for once and then quickly turned away. He did not know what he wanted this time, nor was he interested to know. Looking at the white, expressionless masked face made his hairs stand at an end. He had heard so many stories about this famous murderer, and those tales never failed to petrify him. Now, feeling his presence in the vicinity of his ambience was something equivalent to death for him.

And that's what he was brought for, a terrible end.

The man carelessly looked around a bit and then finally, his eyes fell on the boy. He immediately started walking toward him. As the kidnapper drew closer to his bed, Seonghwa suddenly started feeling extremely scared and began to edge farther away towards the ends of the bed.

But at the same time, he felt a tad different.

A strange feeling. A strange feeling of...familiarity. Of a known emotion surging through his veins every time his eyes flashed at the scar upon those heavily ringed hands. This was the oddest thing ever.

He's a murderer, Hwa! He slaughters people, murders humans, kills them mercilessly. How can you feel familiar with him? How-

"Whatcha thinking, pretty boy?"

Seonghwa felt absolutely disgusted at the nickname. The man came and plumped down on the corner of his bed. He swiftly took a knife out of his trouser pocket and started playing with it, twirling it between his long, slender fingers. He didn't seem to care about it's fatal sharpness, as he threw it in the air and it somersaulted back into his hand, and he caught it perfectly. All these actions were constantly being watched by Seonghwa, who, even though he knew that he was a vicious murderer, couldn't deny the actions were hot.

"So...what should I do with you, hm?" asked the man. Even though Seonghwa could not see his face and had already turned his gaze away from him, he knew his features would definitely hold the looks of amusement and fun.

"Where is he?" Seonghwa asked darkly, still not meeting his gaze with him.

"Aw, you're worried about your little human instead of yourself-"

"Fucker he's my brothe-"

Before Seonghwa could complete his sentence, his face was forcefully grabbed by the man and yanked towards himself. His eyes finally met the masked man's, and finally, through those dark holes of the mask upon which the room light partly shone, Seonghwa saw something that made his heart beat faster without a reason. He froze.

He again saw something too familiar to him...caramel brown eyes.

Seonghwa's breath hitched. No...No! I'm mistaking him for him. He's not him. They-They are different. H-He's different. He wouldn't behave like this with m-me. He's not a m-murderer. He can't be a...murderer.....

"Do not dare to speak like a that while I am speaking," the man growled, finally loosening his grip upon his chin, "Behave. If you want to live."

Seonghwa took a deep breath, his heart still palpitating hard against his weak ribs. The unmistakable similarity in those eyes and the sudden unsure realisation had thoroughly shaken him. The man got up from the bed, and without even looking once again at Seonghwa, he walked towards the door.

"Wh-Why have you brrought me h-here?" Seonghwa asked, stopping the man on his trance, "Why aren't you killing me?"

The man stopped and turned around, quite amused at the question.

"Huh...so inquisitive," he scoffed, "I've not brought you here to kill you. Behave yourself for a few more days, and then I'll let you go."

Wait- What?

"You-You- Th-Then why did you even bring me here?" cried Seonghwa, completely flummoxed.

"You don't have to know it now."

"B-But-"

"When the time comes...you'll find all the answers to all your questions. Now stop nagging and go to sleep."

With that the man left.

Seonghwa was completely blown away at the response, yet curious at all the new discoveries that met him.

The scar on his hand...the caramel eyes...how can all that he possessed be so similar to all the possessions of this murderer? No it's impossible. After all, he doesn't have that...

He quickly put his cuffed hand into his tshirt and pulled out the locket, his precious heart locket. Seonghwa clasped it with in his hand, his entire body suddenly feeling warm and comfortable.

I will definitely find out, who you are.

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"Wh-Where am I?"

Yeosang could still feel the acute pain throbbing within his head. He couldn't move, neither turn, forget about lifting his head and getting up. He slowly opened his eyes, only to meet the cold dark ceiling in his vision. Yeosang couldn't do more, neither did he have the energy to speak out something. So he just lay there, just conscious.

One thing he was quite aware of was that, someone was there in some room adjacent to the one he was currently in. Movement of furnitures, clanking of utensils, slight shuffling and other noises were audible. Yeosang was a little scared, but if that person was the same one who had brought him to a humble home like place, tended his wounds and laid him to rest on a soft, comfortable bed instead of tying him down and throwing him into some basement, then maybe there wasn't any reason to be scared after all.

"Ah- Ouch!"

Yeosang suddenly yelped in pain, as a sharp pang of pain hit his head, the visions around him slowly blurring and whirling away in the dark and he was gradually loosing his concious. The yell had alerted the person in the adjacent room, who in no time, came running to him. The anonymous person held him in his arms, and quickly put his hand on his head to see if there was any bleeding.

Yeosang was slowly loosing conscious once again. But before everything turned black, he had once managed to lift his gaze and see his savior's face. Yeosang's vision then was too blurry so he couldn't catch any details of the man, but one thing he could say with conformity was that...the man was extremely handsome and had kind eyes.

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