You work as a bargirl to make a living and support your family. One busy night, one of your seniors notified you that a customer has booked you fir a few hours again as usual, do you go up stairs to see him.

It’s been roughly 20 minutes now, and the customer who called himself “Hyuk” has only been asking you odd questions about your work. Not once did he drink, ate, or even touched you.

“So.. how long have you been working here?” He asked, his tone sounding aloof. Your eyes wandered to notice the small police badge in his pocket…