I took my crutches and began to walk slowly down the street. I saw headlights from afar. The car was coming really fast so I left the road to the pedestrian way. The car was black. It got really close and it was really fast. “What a rugged driver” I muttered as I stood still for it to pass. It drove past me but suddenly stopped. I became scared. I began to walk at fast as I could with the crutches. The car began to reverse. My heart was beating loud. The car stopped in front of me. I swallowed a lump in my throat. It opened and someone with dark shades stepped out. I wondered; who wears shades at night?. I moved back and bowed. I looked up and he removed his shades. My jaw dropped. “Bad Boy?” He was the one who shot me. Or maybe his men did. Bad Boy was the worst terrorist in the whole of Korea. The leader of The Vipers. And I unfortunately got hit by a bullet from them during a gunfight. “Hi” He smiled. Or maybe that wasn't him. I didn't think he smiled. “Why are you outside by this time?” I looked down without an answer. “Should I tell you why I'm outside?”, he asked and staggered a little. I didn't talk because I was terrified. Maybe I would have even fainted then. “I just came back from my club. Those bitches almost drained me out” I looked up at him. Bitches? Was he with girls? He saw the look on my face and began to laugh. I moved back again. “Sorry about your mom and your leg” He looked at my crutches and back to my face. “Thank you”. “You need somewhere to sleep tonight. I'll give you a place”. “What?? No, I'm okay. I'll just—” “—Get into the car” It was more like an order. I shuddered. I was so scared. "What if he does something bad with me? I can't trust this guy. No one trusts this guy". I thought inwardly. He moved towards me and took my crutches. I screamed and almost fell but he held my waist with one hand and the crutches with the other. I blinked repeatedly. I was filled with so much tension that my mouth was open but words found no way out. He helped me to the car. I was leaping involuntarily. A part of me wanted to struggle so he would leave me, but I heard he pulls the trigger at anyone as he pleased. Killing was like breathing to him, he felt little remorse. As much as I hated my life, I still didn't want to die. "As long as there is life, there is hope". Bad Boy opened the back door and dropped the crutches. “Please, leave me alone. Please I'm begging you”, I pleaded. I was so scared. He smirked and opened the other door. He carried me up and sat me down then closed it.