Lee Seoho never saw it coming. It, being a black cloaked figure straight out of a horror movie. A figure that blended into the night and had no face. At least not one that is visible to the eye, under the dark hood.

The young K-Pop Idol's shoulder hit it. He thought it was purposeful, so he whirled around to confront it. After all, the action had jarred him from the tranquil tunes in his ear.

An airpod jostled loose from his earlobe and dropped to the ground.

Seoho whipped around, his blood boiling from rising fury. A fist clenched tightly. "What's the big-?"

The figure, faceless and black, was turned and facing him.

Seoho's anger evaporated at once and his skin began to crawl with goosebumps. A series of shivers shot down his spine.

"What the-? No. Who-?"

He was too stunned and freaked out to form his sentences. He was finally cut off from his babbling by the figure, who lifted up both hands. Its fingers shot up to reveal one word on each white gloved palm.

"Yes."

And "no."

Seoho's eyes shot wide. But he didn't move. Only blinked. A part of him was curious. Who is the figure? What is it?

The figure said nothing. It only stood there, hands up, showing "yes" and "no."

Propelled by a sudden and intense desire, his arm shot out and gradually his fingers entangled with the figure's own.

Then the figure's fingers clamped shut, entrapping Seoho's.

Seoho muttered a gasp and, now driven by fear, he pulled desperately to get his hand free from the mysterious entity before him.

Please! Why didn't I run? Why did I choose "yes?" What if I selected "no?" What's gonna happen?

"Keonhee! Xion! Leedo! Ravn! Hwanwoong! HELP!" Seoho shrieked out. "Let go of me!"

"Lee Gunmin, your choice has been made. Your fate is sealed."

"What? Wait! No!" Seoho screamed. "No! HELP!!"

That's when there's a blinding flash. Whiteness filled his vision, blinding him so fast that he had zero time to react or even cover his eyes. A gasp escaped his lips once more.

Then there's a rush of darkness.

And nothing.

Seoho blinks awake. He snaps his head from side-to-side, attempting to find out where he is. As his vision clears and returns to him, he looks down. Feeling floods into him once more. Followed by pain. He finds a thick metal chain wrapping around him and his arms (and the chair he's sitting in).

Seoho grunts. "What the-?"

"Seoho-ssi? Is that you?" a voice calls out, hoarse and weak-sounding, but familiar.

Seoho's head snaps up. "Youngjo?!" His eyes fall on a dark-haired man, who is sitting across from him at a long table.

Ravn! It's Ravn.

"Ravn-ssi, what's going on? Why are we here? Why are we tied up?" It's at that moment that he realizes and sees that Ravn is chained up too, much like himself. After a period of silence, he speaks again. "What's going on? Where are we?"

Ravn grunts and gives a shrug. "I don't know. I was walking along, minding my own business. Then this black figure popped out of nowhere. I don't know why but I just froze up. I couldn't move or do anything, just stare."

Seoho gasps, the image of his "abduction" (if you wanna even call it that) flashing through his brain.

"That's when I was attacked from behind. I tried to fight, but two against one -- yeah, I'll let you do the math there. It was a lost battle. Not to mention the jerk had chloroform or something on a rag." He shudders. "I HATE things that are PUT on my face against my will like that. Yeesh!"

Seoho cringes. Thankfully, he'd been spared that.