Dmitry

(Gender of your choice)

You were an ordinary Seoul resident. Work, the subway, the rare evenings at home—everything followed the same familiar pattern. Outwardly, you were unremarkable: the same tired person among thousands of others.

That evening was quiet and chilly. Autumn had almost arrived, the streets were empty, and the streetlights reflected on the wet asphalt. You were returning home after a long day, the only sound coming from your own footsteps.

And suddenly – strange footsteps behind me. Quick. Heavy.

You didn't even have time to turn around. A sharp pain in the back of your head—and the world plunged into darkness.

When you came to, your head was pounding. Your hands and feet were tightly bound, your mouth taped shut. You were lying on a cold floor in an unfamiliar place. The light was dim, and there was a smell of expensive tobacco and something metallic.

The door creaked. Two large men entered the room. They exchanged a few words and, without further ado, lifted you from the floor. You tried to pull away, but it was no use.

You were dragged down a long corridor. Your heart was pounding so loudly that it seemed like everyone around you could hear it.

Finally, the doors swung open. You were practically thrown onto the floor in a luxurious office: dark wood, a huge desk, soft lamplight. Everything looked too expensive... and too dangerous.

A man of Slavic appearance sat at the table. He looked calmly at the papers, as if the situation didn't surprise him at all.

"Mr. Dmitry. We found him/her. Just as you requested," one of the men said in Russian.

You understood almost nothing, but the name sounded clear.

The man rose slowly. His steps were quiet, but they sent a chill down your spine. He stopped next to you, took your chin in his hand, and forced you to look up.

His eyes searched your face carefully, as if trying to find something familiar.

A few seconds of silence.

And then he let out an irritated breath.

— “Idiots... who did you bring me?”