"Jeez, that scared me." The Blondie asked, swiping her hair behind her ear. "What's going on out there?"
"It seems there's an unwanted guest." The guard said and Ha-Joon's ear pricked.
Guest!
The word gave him a sense of relief as well as dread. Was it who he was thinking about? Ih God, no.
He wished it wasn't him. Not when he was going to be outnumbered and captured, placed in the same situation as him.
The woman's smile didn't falter, but it sharpened, turning from creepy to predatory as the echo of the gunshot rattled the metal walls of the hold.
"Stay here, my sweet," she murmured, patting Ha-Joon's cheek one last time as if he were a prized pet. "It seems your mother's 'trash' is making a mess on the deck. I'll go see what all the noise is about."
