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It was seven pm, the sky was darkening as time went on, and as Marni had locked everything around her, she still felt helpless, sleepless, and vulnerable.

This wasn't what she ever expected, her patients had never obsessed over her to the extent where they chased her, and made her feel like a mouse in a maze. Where they dreamt of her, wanted to take her, and never give her away.

She sat in her lounge room, the television displaying 10 NEWS. Marni's hair was unbrushed, her skin deathly pale, her lips just as swollen as her cheeks. She hadn't eaten in a long time, she hadn't slept either.

She felt as though she was on the edge of collapsing, the edge of painful slumber.

Her phone sat on the coffee table, as did a steaming black tea. Her eyes didn't stray from the news, she knew the information would appear sooner or later.

And it did.

The woman, with a face covered in sorrow, her hair back in a tight blonde bun, and her dress an aqua blue, begin to talk with a voice deep and raspy.

"The infamous gonghwang Asylum has been in shambles, after an inmate of the name Jeon Jeongguk, has escaped with the help of unknown assistants," she spoke, this Marni already knew.

"He has been on the run for over three days, and is known to have blood on his hands, when almost six years ago, the mentally unstable boy killed his abusive parents."

On the screen, it displayed the face of Jeongguk, and it made Marni's blood boil.

"He's not going to bother anyone," She spat to herself. "Anyone but me, and maybe Doyoung seeing as he knocking the poor guy out," though what was said next, froze the blood flowing through her veins.

"He had allegedly been seen in the city streets of Busan, If in contact with him, run."

Marni snatches for the remote, and turned the television off. She didn't want to have to listening to the shit coming out of that woman's mouth. These television shows brainwashed people into believing pathetic thi-

What was I saying.

He was a murderer, a mass murder, one that committed these broken laws in defence, but still killed another living being.

Marni almost broke down in tears realising her mistake, the mistake for falling for someone with bad records.

How could she have let her feelings drift so deep down?

As Marni sat in self loath, a single knock on the door almost knocked the sense into the poor girl, and she stood through her dark sight and wobbling legs, and slipped towards the door.

It didn't even click till she ran back into kitchen, and snatched the gun from the second draw beside the stove.

She reloaded the five and filled bullet, and crept towards the door, when once again, the door shook with another knock. Her senses tingled, her spine freezing over in chills, which she didn't want to feel.

During her last year of University, she got her gun license, and practiced shooting repeatedly till she could shoot her attacker, with perfect provision.

Marni peeled the door open, before the door burst open. Marni slipped behind the wall, but her eyes still on the attacker, her finger ready to pull the trigger.

"Stop!" The person barked, "it's just me," the persons voice was unknown, but Marni watched as the person showed the police badge on his jacket.

Marni almost burst in tears.

It was only a police officer.

He came, as an investigator. I leered him towards the lounge room, made him a coffee for his long lasting night on patrol and answered the questions, I knew the answers to.

His hair was strangely, blonde, obviousky dyed. For Marni had never seen a Korean man with naturally born blonde hair. He wore glasses, and had clear, pretty skin.

"Is Jeongguk aggressive towards you, Doctor?" His voice was deep and calm. His skin dark and olive, he would of had to be in his mid twenties.

"Not at all," Marni replied, and partially lied. There were more questions, for another hour. In the end, Marni was scolded for having her weapon although she did have license, she was advised to only shoot at someone that had already begun to attack, and not just broken in.

"Thank you, Officer."

"We'll make sure there's a patrol car," he smiled, "compared to the news, your views on this kid are completely parallel,"

Marni blushes beneath the darkness of her front door. "He's a good kid, people are miss-leaded by him having a mental illness."

He smiled, and patted Marni's shoulder in more of a soft caress of comfort, and left.

Another hour, and Marni gave up waiting, exhausted beyond belief, she slipped into her bed and as soon as her bed hit the pillow, she was out.

She forgot about the unsettling feeling of being watched, and the idea of the one she was falling for, stalking her, and outside in the world, unprotected.

JEONGGUK'S PERSONAL PERSPECTIVE

Jeongguk watched the police officer, as he touched her, as he spoke to her as though he was her support. Marni didn't need some police officer, she needed me.

When the police officer had finally left Marni's apartment level, Jeongguk slipped out of the unoccupied apartment, and moved towards the girls, now unlocked door.

He was reluctant to be thankful to someone that touched his things, but this officer did help him get access to what was his, to the girl on the other side of the door.

He peeled the door open, aware of the small creak of the door, and the countless of shoes neatly stretched across the right side of the hall.

He slipped into the dark hall way, and listened to the girl in the kitchen, her hands fiddling somewhere around the oven, but she wasn't cooking. She was putting something away, something that had a black gleam.

He watched her as though he was in a trance, his eyes unable to blink, unable to look away from the girl he was gradually obsessing over.

He stared at her long, bare legs, and the long, indigo shirt draped to her thighs. She had just had a shower in the span of the officer leaving, and Jeongguk getting in.

Her hair was wet, along with her skin, which made the partial front of her shirt see through.

A devilish smile slipped onto his lips, and his eyes couldn't stray from her body, as she tiredly cleaned the kitchen, and left for her bedroom, down another hall.

The room smelt of her, everywhere she turned, it was saturated with the smell of her. Just the smell and he was slipping into bliss.

He waited, till he knew Marni was asleep, before he slipped into her room, and glared at her.

This was no hateful glare, he was admiring every crevice in her skin, the softness of her cheeks and redness of her lips.

He caressed her skin, and moved the dark hair off of her face.

He couldn't resist any longer.