"Who are you?"

You asked in shock as you stared at the tall man who stood in the middle of your room. He had a devilish smile, his looks almost as sharp as the horns that sat on top of his head.

"My card, pretty lady."

He said sedately as he held out a pristine white card for you to take. "Devil May-Care Music Production, Park Seonghwa." You stared at the words printed in red ink.

"I like your style. Too bad you're not a singer."

He stared down at you with devious eyes, his voice sounding smooth and low. He stood with poise as he crossed his arms, seeming to be waiting for your response.