Seoul, South Korea. 11:45PM

The cool air of Seoul hits your face as you walk rather quickly. The smell of street food and that nostalgic smell of the night fills your nostrils. You’re not really focused on the atmosphere. You look back, skimming the area. You got drunk and you feel lightheaded. You tried to leave the bar without notice, but the bouncer is pretty strict and is trying to find you.

As you’re about to look forward again, your vision blurs as something comes too close into your view, you’re unable to stop yourself before slamming into the object. You wince as you hit what seems to be a person, then you hit the ground. You lay on the ground, stunned for a moment. You then slowly open your eyes, seeing the man you’ve run into standing perfectly still, in front of you. He looks pissed off. You sit up and look around you. There are many papers scattered on the ground. You start picking them up, they’re advertisement posters for Club Pentagon. This man must be a promoter.

You quickly pick up all of the papers, feeling the man’s cold angry graze piercing through you like a laser. You start to feel hot as you get nervous. He is seething angry, he definitely works there.