Paranoia never left Sooyeon. Not in her high school years. Not when she escaped her home country. When she finally found herself in the clear with a new alias, her old nuisance of a friend jumped out of nowhere and promised never to leave her sight. The email alert may have given her a scare but she stepped up to the challenge to search and destroy any agents tailing her ass and give them a permanent run back to the U.S. Her fear had been consumed with vengeance that filled Sooyeon with a thirst for violence and to annihilate and person connected to her killer or even dare to tempt the savage female to release her wrath.
The email sent served as intimidation and a warning for the runaway to prepare herself for a battle or heighten her senses and find any deceitful individuals. Her guard has never been let down and even something as harmless as an unknown number acted as a threat. She was suspicious on the unknown number which did not leave much evidence to track and extract information. The unknown number rang in numerous times when she was out of the house as if on some sort of schedule. But the moment had come when the same number called in the late hours out of its usual calling routine, which signaled Sooyeon into red alert. Springing out of bed with much speed to the living room, her fingers carefully pick up the phone as if the other line could sense her. With a gentle press to the call button, it seemed that the other party disregarded her on the other line and continued speaking, and although she felt some drowsiness, she opened up her ears to hear the details. "She's sleeping right now, can't you see her in bed? We'll watch her more tomorrow."
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Even if she hadn't been part of a close surveillance until now, it was definitely the most sloppy and disorganized she had witnessed. She criticizes them for their foolishness; with what she concludes as a mistaken slip of the finger to the call button easily exposed their cover. Not so much as a threat now, Sooyeon believes she can handle the situation on her own hands. Alone in her house with some unknown spy devices recording her, she drops subtle hints about her next location to the bar--a usual hangout for the casual drinker. From there, she sets up a plan to easily lure her watcher. With a little trial and error, Sooyeon explores every inch of the building to give time to find her assigned spy amongst sea of bodies. Yet, she still couldn't believe how obvious her stalker could be as she always flinched and turn away when Sooyeon's eyes spotted her: if there was a rank lower than amateur, it would be a position that perfectly suited the incompetent spy. Sooyeon finally makes her exit out of the bar and into an ally where she could hear obvious footsteps following--an obvious mistake in the wrong choice of footwear--until she falls under her trap and puts her under a headlock. Underneath her collected composure was a panic state that lead the woman to become more vicious and merciless to her stalker, pinning her against the brick wall and throwing countless kicks and punches until a confession was made. Her cries and pleas were completely zoned out from Sooyeon's ears as she focused on her punishing her targeting. The only distraction was another bystander witnessing the abuse, yet he did not call for help or break the fight but rather engaged with the violence, as if he wanted to release his own wrath as much as Sooyeon and join her in the twisted fun.
