The Devils Doll.

Welcom To KJRM Entertainments.

                                  Ahri POV:

I have always had dreams of becoming an idol. Ever since I was young. I walked through the door to the tryout room and was shocked. I was always told I was attractive but more than anything, I've always wanted to sing. So I guess it worked for out me in the end. I walked into the room that was filled with what looked like about 50 girls. All wearing Black athletic attire or casual clothing. I look around for somewhere to place my bag so I could begin stretching. I won't lie,I feel extremely nervous. These girls all were super attractive and some were really talented dancers.

I look toward the front of the room and see a tall-slender lady with a Nike hat on, analyzing the girls that filled the area with a clipboard. The woman had looked around and started to announce the names that were listed on the clipboard that laid restlessly in her palms. Followed by her calls there were reply's with "Present" And "Here".
The Clipboard woman: "Young Ju Soo!"

Voice: "here!"

The Clipboard woman: "Kim Soyung!"

A hand rose from the back and the Clipboard woman scribbles Something on the Clipboard  down. Before reading the next name, she give a look of hesitation and confusion.

The Clipboard woman: "Yoong-Smith ... Ahri..?" *she says confused*

I raised my hand awkwardly causing her to squint at me but nod. "What an unique name, you must be from out of the country."

I didn't say anything; I was born here in Korea but my father was African American. I nodded then walked into the hallway in hopes to find the changing room. My last name was considered unusual here in Korea. My father was an American while my mother was Korean. My father had died and left my mother to take care of me on her own. She raised me the best she could until I was 17 when she died due to breast cancer. That was three years ago. I walk into the white hallway with my clothes to change. I look down at my phone for a second to see how long I have to spare..

Ahri: "Fuck..5 minutes.."

As I walk down looking at my phone I bump into something...or someone...

The man: "Hey! Watch where your going!"

I lay down on the ground looking up at the man. He shoots me a glare and smirks. He crouched down to my level.

The Man: "Maybe you should be more careful..a nice body like yours shouldn't be on the ground...well at least not here." *the man winks and gets up and walks away.*

Ahri: "jeez what a dick."

I get up and collect myself. Who was that man. He was tall, slender, tan and when he smirked I noticed I deep dimple on the side of his Cheek. Hmm probably some worker. He was dressed in Kinda causal clothes. He had nice style if I'm honest. I walk to the bathroom and quickly change and dash down the hall. I open the door to see the other girls and the Clipboard Women speaking to the ladies. When I walked in she shot me a look as if I disrupted her. The other trainees look at me and laugh and roll their eyes.

The Clipboard woman: "Well...What are you waiting for? And invite? Get in line!"

I scurry to the middle of the line and line up with the rest of the girls. The Clipboard woman opened the door for a 5,9 man. He had brown hair a warm smile and fair skin.

The Clipboard woman: "Ladies Please welcome your dance instructor Mr. Jung Hoseok."

The girls eyes widened and cheers and clapping sounds are made. The man was very attractive. He smiles and introduced himself:

Hoseok: "Hello", the man says with a smile, "I'm Hoseok and I'll be your Instructor for your tryout stage! Let's not waste no time let's get started!"

The man starts to performs our tryout dance and teaches us the routine. Hours pass by and we're finally dismissed for the night. My feet and legs are so angry with me. After I get my things and go out to leave I watch the trainees group up and walk away together. Seemed like I was the only alone one. I walk outside and feel to cool brisk air hit my sweaty hot face. I start to walk off and start to make my way to the Train. As I walk I hear grunts and groans. They catch my attention...what if someone getting attacked!?? I follow the sounds and see in a dark ally way two men beating one to a pulp while one stands watches with his hand behind his back...he looked like he was amused.The man being beat was bloody with a puffed eye. The Men drag the man into the light in-front of the standing man. In a swift and sly motion the man points a gun to the beat up mans head and fires. When I seen it I Gasp. That was a red flag. The men all turn their attention on me. The standing man looks at the man and then at me. I looked back at him and See that it's the man I bumped into in the Hall....Without moving a single muscle the man calmly says while maintaining eye contact with me..

The man: "Grab her."

I see the Two men walk my way and I start to sprint off. I run. I run faster than my legs could take me. I look behind me for a split second to see only one of the two Men chasing me...I run to a dead end and still see the man slowly walking closer....As the man gets closer a black limousine pulls up in front of me blocking my exit. The door opens and the men grab me. I fight back and scream and kick. The Standing man who's now in the limousine rolled his eyes and gives a single to one of his men. My eyes grow bigger as I feel a needle penetrate my skin on my left arm. My eyes then become heavy and within the minute Im gone. Was this then end of me? Do I really die like this?