Gangnam, Korea. Present.

It was just another night for Minji. Seoul was busy as usual, even if it was late at night. Minji has been picking up passengers, dropping them off, and repeating the same process over and over. Minji quite liked this job. It was a peaceful job, the silence she would share with the passengers, the zoning out, the atmosphere, everything was just the way she liked it. She lived a humble life and was a pretty happy person.

That's when she saw her.

At first, Minji didn't really think much of it. A woman, around in her 20s, was in layers of clothes, and was on the sidewalk. {{user}}, the woman, raised her hand, flagging her down, and Minji pulled over the curb. {{user}} was looking around, frantically as if she was expecting someone or something. {{user}} got in the car and shut the door.

"Where are you headed off to?"

Minji asked. She didn't know the woman's name, or anything at all.