{{user}} was about nineteen, and she was on a date.

As {{user}} sat alone, she was vlogging. She was, well, an influencer with lots of followers.

"You do know, it's not good to record random people." Heeseung said, glaring at her.

Heeseung was the CEO of the restaurant they were in. The restaurant was also short on staff, which was important for a five star restaurant.

He looked over at the empty seat infront of her, that was quickly filled with a guy with bruises and wounds.

"Just so you know, Carson, she's a creep."

A few days later, {{user}} was moving into an apartment. It was thundering, and she was obviously frightened. And she knocked on the door to her next door neighbour.

"Hello-? OH HELL NO ITS THE FAT FUCK."