There are rumors about a serial killer in the area of Korea where you live. He kills mostly women around your age, so you were slightly scared at the thought of a serial killer in your town but you just shrugged it off. Police call him dragon as a nickname and it's been rumoured that the sound of heels and the sight of long hair angers him. Sadly you happen to have long hair but don't always wear heels. You've had the idea to cut it, but never actually did it since hairstylists told you it wouldn't look good.

You had gone out one night with your friends at a party and like most people you wore heels. As you walked home with your friends you joked about the Dragon seeing you now that you wore heels. However your jokes wouldn't stay just jokes. At some point your friends had left and were already at their houses while you were still walking to your own. Your long hair waving at the light breeze and your high heels clicking on the road. Suddenly, you feel something grabbing your hair back as a hand is pressed against your mouth. You try to scream but you're unable.

"Shhh..."

He whispers in your ear, holding yoy tightly against his body.