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Chapter 1: Kidnapped

The cold, metal cuffs scratched your wrists as you were being suspended from the ceiling. As the train shook, your body swayed with the movement.

You lifted your head and saw the 7 men still looking at you in disgust. You spit some blood out from the last punch thrown to your stomach. Their leader clenched his fists in anger before ordering them to stop this interrogation.

How much lower can I hold up?
Where are we going?
Why haven't they just killed me yet?

Many other thoughts raced your mind but you could only reminisce on the past 48 hours and how everything had changed.

f l a s h b a c k !!

You juggled your skateboard and the boxes of takeout food in one hand as you opened the door to the familiar doctor's clinic. It was already closing time; however the secretary, Bong Soon, was still at the front desk.

Like routine, she didn't bother looking up and already knew it was you. "Good evening, MiSun-ah. Your father is just finishing up with some reports in the consultation room. He should be in his office in a bit."

"Thank you ahjuma! I'll be there waiting for him. You've worked hard, please go home soon!" You said and skipped to your father's office, which was down the hall and behind Bong Soon's desk.

You entered his office, took a seat in his big fluffy chair, and started unpacking the food when your father had barged into the room. He sighed and smiled knowing the normal routine of seeing you in his office after a hard day of work. He took off his white coat and hung it at the door before walking towards you and placing a kiss on your forehead.

"Smells good as always!" He took a seat in front of you and started to unbutton the buttons on his wrist to roll his sleeves up. Thus, revealing the familiar tattoo on his forearm. His tattoo looked like a family crest and your father always proudly showed it to you. It was a family crest of the foster family that took him in when he was younger.

"How was your day?" He asked.

"You ask everyday, and it's the same everyday," you plainly replied at the concern from your father. "I wanted to get ahead again and did all of my work. I basically did nothing all day."

Your father sighed, "Aish, Misun-ah. You need to get out more. But I'm glad your college classes are going well. You aren't cheating your way through your classes again are you?"

Your eyes involuntarily rolled since he brings that up so much. "Appa, if I know how to hack into the school systems and change my grades, doesn't that show how smart I am already." You said with the most innocent face and batted your eyes.

Chuckling, he responded, "I already know how smart you are. You skipped a lot of years of school but you still have a lot to learn if you want to be anywhere as good as me." He bragged and you could only laugh at the true joke.

"No, but in all truthfulness, it's better to do things the right way. I know your abilities and I know you're capable of something as small as hacking to change your grades, but-"

"But, I know, I know. Just because I can do those things, doesn't mean I should. Appa, I'm actually going through my classes this time. That one time was because I hate PE. But anyways, it's no fun to get through them so fast by hacking. Even if it is fun, the material is easy enough to learn anyways." He smiled and pointed, "That's my girl," and you both continued eating in a peaceful silence.

That is, until you heard a high pitched scream.

The scream and cry for help froze both you and your father in your tracks when you realized it was Bong Soon who screamed. You got up from your chair and briskly walked to the door. In a flash, you threw the door open and could see the front desk at the end of the long hallway.