It was dark. Dongwoo woke up to a stuffy, dark mass and the smell of old rags. Hm, he had a sack on his head, that much he couldn't tell.
But... Where was he? Had he been kidnapped? He wondered as he tried to make out his current situation.
'My hands are tied.' he thought. 'And so are my legs. I'm on a cold concrete floor, and... There seem to be a few guys around. What happened? My head hurts. I think I'm bleeding.'
Dongwoo tried to take in deep breaths and understand carefully what was going on but his thoughts were intercepted when he heard footsteps approaching and a man said,
"We checked everywhere to make sure we weren't being followed." They said. "So, we're clear."
Their voice was unfamiliar, so Dongwoo could conclude that it was a stranger, but the person who spoke next...
"In that case, no one is coming to save this one this time." Their voice was awfully familiar.
So awfully that he felt shivers run down his spine.