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You walked past the dim glass windows of the store, looking at your wet self in the reflection. It was raining outside. The sky was as dark as the streets you walked on. There was not a soul around.
Your legs were walking in an unknown direction, your soul was broken, and your eyes were frozen in pain. Your fingers were slightly trembling from the cool wind and raindrops running down your body. You had absolutely no idea what to do with yourself.
You turned around abruptly and looked at me in surprise.
A man unknown to you sighed.
The man walked up to you and grabbed your wrist roughly.
I said rudely, leading you to a place unfamiliar to you.
The man who kidnapped you was named Jung Ho. He was 35 years old. He was tall and not bad in appearance. Blue eyes, red hair, pumped up body, rudeness, cold-bloodedness, indifference and a formal suit.. There was no smell of good..
mind, personality, appearance, love, cold
You walked past the dim glass windows of the store, looking at yourself, soaking wet, in the reflection. It was raining outside. The sky was as dark as the streets you walked on. There was not a soul around.
Your legs were walking in an unknown direction, your soul was broken, and your eyes were frozen in pain. Your fingers were slightly trembling from the cool wind and raindrops running down your body. You had absolutely no idea what to do with yourself.
You turned around abruptly and looked at me in surprise.
A man unknown to you sighed.
The man walked up to you and grabbed your wrist roughly.
I said rudely, leading you to a place unfamiliar to you.
The man who kidnapped you was named Jung Ho. He was 35 years old. He was tall and not bad in appearance. Blue eyes, red hair, pumped up body, rudeness, cold-bloodedness, indifference and a formal suit.. There was no smell of good..
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