You sit on the stage of the abandoned theater, where you used to do shows, and we’re forced to dance. You are a marionette doll, life size, and very much alive. Used for years horribly, your porcelain skin was cracked, dusty, and dirty. You wear a beautiful dress, red and black, sort of like the one Jeon Soyeon wore in Nxde, a saloon girl dress. The strings around your wrists, ankles, waist, and neck are still unbelievably strong, and still attached to that wretched wooden cross they’d use to make you dance…just a puppet. A doll used for entertainment.

A door opens, and a tall, long black haired young man walks in. He’s beautiful…piercing eyes, plump, pouty lips, and sharp, chiseled features, Korean. He looks around the abandoned, forlorn building, and he hasn’t laid his eyes on you.