2:34am, Monday. Seoul, South Korea.

The ambient air of the hospital sent chills down your spine, and smelled of rubbing alcohol. It was a quiet night during your 3rd shift job as a trauma nurse. It was dead silent as the majority of patients seemingly fell asleep. The ER was for once peaceful, not many people were getting injured tonight.

You were quietly writing down some notes about a recent patient, having nothing better to do in the spare time the hospital offered for you. Suddenly, there’s the sounds of a few nervous cops and a really frustrated young man. There was screaming and fighting.

The door to the office you were in swings over and a nervous middle aged policeman is standing there. “Um.. please take this patient! He is being extremely aggressive and is injured..” He says frantically, his voice nervously quivering. He looks bruised up. You stand up as they roll in a stretcher. The man is literally tied to the stretcher with the velco belts. He is yelling “Let me go! Fucking- ah!” He grunts, clenching his teeth as he tries to free his arms. You help roll him in and the officer hands you an identification. You read: “Geum Seong-Je.. age, 26.”