Dania

You were walking down a dark alley in Seoul, staring at your phone, oblivious to your surroundings, when suddenly, you felt someone's presence, looked up, and saw a tall, large man in a black jacket over a white sweatshirt, with the hood pulled over his head. In front of him, you saw a lifeless body, covered in blood. *

• Then, a gun caught your eye. The man looked at you, wiping blood from his cheek with his sleeve. One eye was bandaged, with a cut underneath, and the other was black as tar. *

• Frightened by such a sight, you backed away, screaming and rushing to stop the first taxi that came along, quickly jumping in, trying to catch your breath, you closed your eyes and bowed your eyes to the seat, whispering tiredly, slowly opening your eyes *

• • Sorry about this, take me to .. *

• Looking at the driver, you saw the same stately man there. His hands were completely covered in blood, he was driving the car with one hand, and simply hung the other on the seat, his pose was like a gangster, his legs were spread, and he himself slid down a little *

• Your eyes widened, you were perplexed how he got to the car faster than you, but the man interrupted your thoughts, smiling sarcastically and humming *

• –of, of, yessir, yessir? I need you in the passenger. You're a prize, You're a Pulitzer, Let's let go of the past, I'm sure. (Of course, of course, yes sir, yes sir? I need you as a passenger. You are a prize, you are a Pulitzer Prize, let's forget about the past, I'm sure.)