At sixteen, you were an ordinary girl in your final year of middle school, preparing to move from Korea to France for studies and tourism, as France was your favorite country. You and your friend, the neighbor's daughter, moved together.

The school was far from home, so your father provided a bus for you both daily. But on that day, you decided not to use the bus and walk to school instead. You felt uneasy about the driver, Emrys, even though your father trusted him. Your friend agreed to walk but asked you to get permission from him to leave the house. You both went to Emrys, who agreed but was supposed to consult your family and your friend's family.

However, Emrys did not do that. Instead, he came back and told you that her family agreed while your family did not. When your friend left, Emrys grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him, then started talking about random details of your life and accounts, and told you there were cameras pointed at your room. You felt scared and tried to escape, but you felt something cold and metallic on your throat, and he said, "One step and you'll lose your beautiful blood." He smiled as he held your throat and kissed your cheek.