"Are you sure?" Taeil asks setting his can of cold drink down.

"Yes." Haechan groans for the upteenth time.

Taeyong slightly pulls the curtains back watching the old man and a boy continuing to gather and pack from the moving truck, carrying it inside their house. From what Haechan and Yuta were saying it seemed like they saw the girl. The girl that he and Taeil were rocking back and forth the entire night. So of course even when Haechan called him exclaiming that the girl is alive and moving, he didn't believe it. He wanted to see it first. But so far even after coming to Yuta's house they didn't see anything.

"Explain what you saw," Taeil sits back pulling out his phone not even the slightest bit interested. Just like Taeyong, Taeil didn't believe it at all. Haechan told the story more then once but still the words never made it past the ears of Taeil.

Haechan slouches his shoulders groaning. "Again? Come one guys! I had a rough night constantly bickering over with my mum. I slept outside and woke up around 6 deciding if I should just go to Yuta's. When I came here I saw the moving truck. That girl from yesterday came out the house and went inside the truck. I then banged on Yuta's door trying to get him out quick enough to see what I'd just seen. Yuta was pissed at me at first, but after he saw her he turned pale. After that we called you guys. There! I've told the story again."

Taeil glances up from the text he was having with one of his girlfriend's looking to Haechan. "Are you sure?"

Haechan's eyes widen in annoyance. "Yes! What the hell do you think I've been saying?"

Taeil laughs by the reaction. He could go on for hours asking the same question and Haechan being obedient would answer it over and over again. Before Taeil can ask for Haechan to retell the story, Taeyong slumps down on the couch exhausted.

"Why were you fighting with your mum?" Taeyong asks closing his eyes trying to get some sleep in.

Haechan, frustrated by no one listening to the most important part of the story, gives up taking a seat on the one seater turning on the TV. "She saw you guys dropping me and freaked out again telling me to never hang out with you guys. I told her that's too bad because Yuta offered me to stay at his house but that was a mistake. We fought about you guys again and she yelled and nagged at the same time going to my room and removing everything. She's so annoying, like all I wanna do is live with her but she makes my lifestyle sound like a curse."

"I bet she was a bitch back then," Taeil remarks drinking his drink not paying attention to the glare from the younger. "She behaves like one, honestly,"

"His mum's hot though," Taeyong mumbles. "You know Haechan, if you really want to stay with her. I can help you with that. I'll bang her real good–"

"Ugh what? Gross. She's married if you forgot," Haechan shakes his head not wanting to hear the plan. "Plus, I don't want to stay with her if she's still married to that guy. How could you think of doing such?"

Taeyong smirks at the idea. "She acts like she needs dick in her life. I don't think her so called husband is doing her right. If you allow me, she'll shut it and be loose. She won't be so uptight anymore,"

"I went to shower and I come back to hear this," Yuta enters the living room in that moment surprised by the conversation. "Haechan did you tell–"

Haechan clicks his tongue annoyed. "You tell them. They refuse to listen to me."

"It's not like we refused. We listened." Taeil announces. "Over and over and over and over and over–"

Haechan groans making Taeil laugh. "Why don't you believe me?"

"Because." Taeil starts. "The girl we saw yesterday was trapped. She was tied to the desk. Tied with chains. She didn't look like she wanted to escape. She couldn't speak. All she did was moan and allow us to touch her. So now you're saying that your next door neighbor is the same girl? You want me to believe that she escaped from that broken down school to do what? Move next door–"

"Look." Yuta sits down on the chair grabbing a beer can that was on the tray in the middle. He pops it open. "I know it doesn't make sense. But we saw her, that makes even no sense. That is why I asked Haechan to call you guys. We need to make sense of this together."

"Why?" Taeyong peers his eyes open. "Why do we need to make sense of it together?"

"Because we saw her. Us four are the only ones who saw her buried in that school." Yuta sets his drink down not being able to drink. "We have nothing to do with it I know, but aren't you guys a little bit curious?"

Taeil shakes his head. "Not one bit."

"I'm not curious, but I do want to see what you guys saw." Taeyong says getting up from his seat. "So let's go."

"Go?" Haechan looks up to Taeyong. "Where?"

"To see your new neighbors of course," Taeyong deadpans.

"That's a start. Let's go." Yuta gets up as well. A light sound vibrates throughout the entire house from the doorbell. Confused, Yuta heads to the front door. Nobody ever came to his door step aside from his friends so hearing the doorbell sound made him quit angered. "Who the fuck is it?" He whispered unlocking the door pulling it backwards.

On the spot, he is frozen, gazing upon the face of the girl who had a nervous smile. "H-hi. I'm Ki Sohye and this is my half brother Lee Mark."

To Mark and Sohye he looked like everything their grandfather had warned them about. Cold and dangerous. Mark gulps trying to pull Sohye away from the door but she stands still rooted to the ground. Their grandfather warned them to go to any other door except the one next door, but Sohye's stubbornness and desire to see the man up close overruled. Yuta continues to eye her still bewildered at the fact that he just saw her yesterday.

"Uhm... Sohye we need to go–"

Sohye cuts Mark off lifting up the box of warm rice cakes. "We just moved in with our grandparents and thought that we'd familiarize ourselves with the neighbors. This is a little gift for you. Please accept us kindly."

Yuta's attention drafts from the the neatly wrapped pink box to her eyes. Mark from the side opens his mouth wide seeing that the housewarming gift they just received from the other neighbor is now being placed in the air for the other male to take. He's about to interject but the voice of Yuta silences him.

"Sohye," he says her name slowly. "Welcome to the neighborhood,"

"Thank you," she smiles lightly.

"I've got some of my friends over," Yuta says realising that this was a perfect opportunity for Taeyong and Taeil to see her. "Come on in," he steps aside.

Mark holds Sohye back making his presence more noticeable since Yuta barely spared him a glance. "No thanks. We're–"

Yuta rolls his head around maintaining a polite image for the girl Sohye. He didn't want to scare her off on their first encounter. "You don't have to stay for long. Just put the gift down, say hello and you're free to go." Yuta forces a smile glaring at Mark. "After all you're just familiarizing yourself."

Sohye looks to Mark hoping that he'd do this just for her. She mentioned how attractive the man looked and just wanted to greet him. "Please Mark,"

Mark nervously looks to the side at the lawn of his grandparents. He didn't like the look of Yuta one bit, and failed to see what his sister saw in the intimidating man. Bleached out wet white hair, a light smirk plastered over his lips and a stance that screamed bad boy– why was his half sister always attracted to bad boys? For crying out loud, she was a good girl. He gets out his phone checking the time.

9:59 am

"We're gonna put them down, say hi and leave." Mark states looking away from his grandparents lawn after no one comes out to stop them.

"Don't be so nervous," Yuta steps aside watching Sohye and Mark enter his house waiting for his directions.

Meanwhile in the living room Taeyong leans by the wall not fazed by Haechan whining and complaining with Taeil about how he doesn't take him seriously. He stuffs his hands in his pocket finding warmth. "Yuta we're fucking waiting for you. Hurry up with your fucking guests." Taeyong grumbles the last part.

Taeil's the first to notice the newly found presence of the guests...or rather the corpse lady. He halts in his speech standing up slowly. "The fuck."

"Don't mind the language around here." Yuta says in defence to Taeyong's cold tone. "Their not keen on manners. Guys, these are my neighbors,"

Taeyong's bent over posture straightens up and mouth dries up when she speaks. "Hi, I'm Sohye."