I opened my eyes and immediately sat up when I saw Namjoon standing over me, just waiting for me to wake up. "You're awake." He said. I looked over at him. He was now sitting comfortably in the chair that was next to my bed. I nodded and then it hit me. "You.. Why did you.. What happened-?" "You will come to the same place as before at ten and dine with us. You will experience another half of a story and feel the fire burning through your flesh." He got up to leave but I had an interjection. "How soon will I know the end and reasons to these stories?" He looked to the side as he gripped the doorway. "Soon." He said and left the room without another word.

I sighed and laid back onto the bed.

What am I going to do?

How are these stories going to help me find the answer to a question that I don't even know?

I looked over to my right, at the chair and noticed that there were another set of fuku set out for me to wear. This time, the they were blue. The pants and shirt matched them. I was curious. Whose story would I be traveling into next? I sighed as I put on the clothes/fuku and stood up. I looked into the mirror that was at the head of my bed and saw a different reflection before me. He had on the same exact thing that I did and had orange hair. But he was pointing away from the mirror and towards the door. I turned towards the door as if I were about to walk out of the room and saw the reflection nod his approval.

Funny.. Even the mirror knows where I'm supposed to be..

I walked out of the room and let my feet carry me to the big, colorful room once more. Upon my arrival, though, I experienced something eerie. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I brushed them back down. I soon felt a presence enter the room but it was an unfamiliar one. I turned around and caught a glimpse of this spirit before it vanished. He was wearing stripped pajamas and a robe. His hair was gold. I blinked and turned back around to be startled by the face of my own personal stranger..

The Mysterious Man..

The Leader..

I jumped and my first reaction was to shove it away from me. But the weirdest thing is that when I shoved it, it felt like I had been shoved. I watched as we both stumbled back the exact same way and that's when I began to realize something. But before I could completely get a grip on what I thought I knew, I felt someone grab me by my wrist and drag me off the ground and into another room. For the first time ever, I tried to rip my wrist back from them and that's when I saw his eyes. Red, glowing with the single string of blood that streamed down his cheek. I felt myself being brought into another realm through his eyes and as I had done so, I felt the singe on my clothes as I was transferred into his world of fire, anger and deadly smoke.

I looked around at the blackness. Ash was everywhere and the smell of burned flesh still lingered, although by the looks and feeling of everything around me, I could tell it had been days since the burning. I took a step forward and watched as the scene seemed to go backwards in time, all the way to the moment he came home from the day before.

He threw down his bag and gripped the couch in tears. It was then that I knew that this story, the way that I would venture through it, would be different.

He sighed and wiped his eyes before nodding and looking dead at me. His eyes burning through my soul. I felt more threatened than I had ever felt fear in my life. This was truly upsetting me. He began walking towards me and I closed my eyes. I then began to see as he saw the world. He was going into his kitchen and grabbed a knife and then went into a door that lead to his basement. In the basement, he went to a machine and turned it on.

The wheel began to spin very fast and he let the knife screech against it on both sides before turning it off and testing it against his skin. He pressed the edge of the knife lightly against his hand and slid it down with a grin forming as the blood streamed down and made the knife glow with crimson beauty. He began to laugh and went upstairs, closing the door behind him. He grabbed a bottle of alcohol, a cloth and the phone off of his wall and began to dial a number. As he dialed the number, he began to pour alcohol onto the towel.

"Anneyong Haeseyo?" He smiled as he poured some of the alcohol onto the wound. "Jin." "Agust D.." He seemed alarmed and this made Agust D laugh. "Ah, ne. I have some news for you. You know Lee Mai-Wei's Dongsang has been.. involved with me for quite some time now and I know of your promise to Mr. Lee to keep his daughters safe, am I right?" "Ne." "Good, good. Today I have just come back from a little business meeting with Lee Mai-Fang and it seems that she is.. not agreeing with my policy. Understand?" He paused as he began to wrap his hand in a white cloth.

"I never ask much of you, but this time I must threaten your position as their Oppa." He went around the house, searching for his wraps so that he could properly wrap his hand. "You will meet me here at ten and give the won you owe to me and pay off the debt of your Dongsang. And if you do not give me the won, I will find Lee Mai-Fang and I will kill her." He began to rewrap his hand with the thin, white wraps he found in his bathroom cabinet and hung up. Ten o'clock came by with long hours and many sessions of staring, listening while just breathing in air. Staring into a picture covered in glass, it froze four closed eyes, two lives and one kiss.

Agust gazed at what he thought was going to be forever and suddenly threw it across the room. Then he went into his kitchen and grabbed a bunch of knives by the sharp ends, not caring that his skin split on them because of his tight grip. He began to throw the knives at the door and then threw his glass cups at his wall. Pictures were thrown and when run out of glass things to break, he began to pick up furniture and overturn what he couldn't break by throwing. Heaving, he leaned up against his now dented wall as he rubbed his face. Allowing his blood, sweat and tears mix together on his face.

Then he heard the door and slowly looked over at it. He staggered over to it and opened it with broken glass still in his hand. He looked up at no one and was confused. There was no one at the door, but someone knocked. He closed the door and heard a knock at his back door. Agust went over to the back door and opened it, but no one was there either. Then he heard a door upstairs and then downstairs and finally, he heard his basement door. I witnessed Agust being filled with something that I knew he hadn't felt this strongly in a long time.

Fear..