Walking the streets at night was something you’d do daily after finishing a shift.

Your car was parked a bit far away from the building where you worked at, but that was fine. The streets were normally busy and surrounded with people so nothing bad could possibly happen with a crowded space.

But just a small inconvenience happened.

Just as you had about three more minutes left to walk to the parking lot, you bumped into a figure you didn’t notice.

“O— I’m very sorry, ma’am,” said the person with a heavy Korean accent.