All I know is that if I want to survive, I need to find a town or something. I get up, dust myself off, then pause for a second when I see my clothes. I am wearing a knee length brown dress, and my hair is in a loose braid. I'm wearing a simple pair of sandals. I decide to walk in the direction that Jungkook and Namjoon left in.

After about an hour of walking, I stumble across a town. As I enter, a girl who seems to be about my age grabs my arm.

"I've never seen you here before! My name is Tzuyu. Come with me," she - Tzuyu - says, pulling me into a house. "I need to know something. Are you a musician? Or an artist?" 

"Yeah, why?" I am kind of confused by her question, but seeing the look on her face, 'yes' was not a good answer.

"It's dangerous for outsiders here. Especially musicians. What is your name?"

"(Y/N), why is it not safe here?" I say, crossing the small room and sitting down in a chair. She follows and sighs. 

"I'm a musician too. We're persecuted here," she says, looking down at her hands.

"Why?"

"King Jimin outlawed music, dance, all forms of art and music about five years ago. No singing, no dancing, no playing of music, no drawing, no art. Ever."

"Why would he do that?" You ask, astonished.

"In this land we are all born with gifts. The tattoo behind our ear tells us what it is," she says, pushing back her hair to show me her tattoo. "Some can heal, some are geniuses, some dance, some sing, et cetera. King Jimin was born with the gift of song, but his father forced him to stop singing when he was 7, to make him forget about his "foolish dream" of being a singer. He's hated music ever since. In fact, he has hated all forms of art and self-expression. He tried, but he hasn't killed the music just yet. There's some of us who meet up to play music and dance sometimes. You should come." 

I blink, shocked by what she just said.

"Anyways, guest room is the first one of the left up the stairs, there should be clothes in there. Good night (Y/N)!"

"Good night Tzuyu."