Episode 1

Something feels strange as I am coming out of the convenience store. I hear those footsteps again, the sound of the clunk through the metal road. I can recognize the sound of heavy boots worn by the owner. I have started to run as the clicking sound feels closer. I, now turned into the pavement and those steps fainted. I released a sigh of comfort as I walked inside my apartment. Those steps have been following me for days but the odd thing is that the owner has never made a move to attack me. Maybe, he is waiting for the correct moment but why would anyone follow me?

I am not a billionaire, not a celebrity, and not a beauty queen to whom anyone would devote themselves, here I am merely surviving by doing part-time jobs to afford my studies. I am Jiah, a 20-year-old girl studying literature who lives in an apartment in Seoul. It is the only property that I own, thanks to the ahjumma who was my only dearest one. We met each other when I was only 7 years old. She was the friend of the head of the orphanage.

I was crying furiously and all the caretakers were unable to control me as I was bullied by the children because of my sharp eyes. They used to call me a wizard because of the sharp corners of my eyes. They always used to make loud voices of howling whenever I entered the hall calling me a tiny fox. It devastated me to the core and I was weeping loudly. The ahjumma hugged me out of nowhere and I, being a sensitive child, then cried in her embrace. She whispered sweet words and gave me chocolate, which made me happy and from that day she was dearest to me. I always used to visit her even when I moved out. She was my friend, my savior, and my adviser.

You might be thinking about what I was doing at night in the streets.

So, here the thing is that I go to the nearby bookshop as it quenches my thirst for reading. I am addicted to reading a book especially, novels that take me to the unbounded world of imagination and makes me escape the harsh reality of the world for some time. It's the time that is the best part of the day for me that helps me to refresh from the exhausting routine. After spending some time at the bookstore, I went to the convenience store to buy some ramen as I was not in the mood to cook something.

I came out of my office and saw a girl walking on the road with the tread of anxiousness. She is suspicious rather than a fool because who would wear a long chiffon gown at this hour of night and while wandering on the street at midnight? Anyways, who cares? I should be heading home as it's really late.