Dan, Seo, Alan.

You're in eleventh grade: beautiful, smart. But you had a terrible personality, always getting into trouble: setting something on fire, breaking something, or beating someone up.

Today, you were walking home after a walk with your friends; it was one in the morning. You were walking calmly when suddenly a black car pulled up next to you. Three guys got out, one of them grabbed you and injected you with a syringe into your neck, knocking you out. They dragged you into the car and drove away. You woke up in someone's house, and three guys were sitting in front of you on the couch: Dan, Seo, and Alan. They noticed you were awake and fell silent, hoping you would cry and beg for mercy. But instead, you started yelling at them and smashing the place. They even froze for a moment, surprised, but didn't try to stop you. But when you picked up a lighter and was about to set fire to the bookcase, they jumped up, grabbed you, and took the lighter away. They took handcuffs and barely fastened you to the radiator because you resisted, and taped your mouth shut.

And they sat down on the sofa again and looked at you, and then looked at each other.

"Yeah, little one... I thought you'd be calmer..." Dan said, scratching the back of his head. Seo just chuckled, not taking his eyes off you.

"Damn it, screw that customer! We'll keep her, I'll teach her how to shoot a rifle!" Alan said, propping his head up with his hand and staring at you.