A strong, harsh wind catches your hair, your skin shivering up in goosebumps as the rain starts to trickle. You dunno where you are - or where you belong.

You stumble across a narrow passageway, seemingly empty besides a trash can containing a family of raccoons. As soon as you're about to lay down, you feel a sudden catch on your shoulders.

"Watch out," A charming voice utters, "This place is not safe for a pretty girl like you. I'm Hyunjin."

He looks safe, at least. A bad boy at best.