It was also twenty years ago when I met my benefactor, Mr. Gold.
That night, I was shivering so hard in a corner of a convenience store. I noticed his car was parked in front of the store and a slim man got out from the driver's seat. He was holding a black umbrella and swiftly opened the door of the back seat. A man that was about six feet tall got out from the back seat while pulling the lines of his coat. His hair was neatly pushed back and mustache crowded his face. He was 28 years old that time and I was 7. He had a huge built and bulging muscles. He had a scar across his left eye. And that eye was all white.
He had that kingly aura before and even until now. I did not understand for such a man to stop by at a convenience store. He was out of the place. He was wearing a black suit with a red necktie and a black leather shoes. He walked swiftly towards the convenience store and got inside with his four body guards wearing all black suits and black ties. They were like mafias.
I was looking at them intently. Awhile later, loud noises and the sound of bottles crashing were heard inside the convenience store. The group of Mr. Gold got out from the convenience store unscathed, dragging a man that was about twenty years old. His face was swollen and blood was gushing out from his forehead. His bodyguards were beating him non-stop as he was staring at them with a smoke in his hand. He blew a smoke out before he walked towards the young man. He grabbed his hair to let him see him. He said something to the man and his face gradually drained blood. He was so pale and trembling. He was begging Mr. Gold and he was even crying. He grabbed the ends of Mr. Gold's pants but was dragged again by his bodyguards. He was kicked here and there to the ground. He covered his head while they were kicking him.
I wished back then to have such power. I wished that I would grow stronger than they were. I was grabbing the hems of my dress hardly while staring at the man who had pulled the trigger in the head of the young man. I, did not felt any fear in me seeing how he gunned the man down. He used all the bullets in the young man's body. It bounced and bounced until the bullets ran out from the pistol he held.
He placed the pistol on his driver. He was Mr. Park. The driver held out his gloved hands and accepted the gun and put back where it was placed.
He glanced at my direction and instructed Mr. Park something to him. He then headed towards my direction. I was taken aback from their sudden action. He bent his knees down to properly see me. He was surprised that I was drenched in blood and carrying a blooded knife.
"Will you come with me?" he asked. It was the question that saved my life. I guess it was I believed. I was just a naive young girl.
I just nodded and he got up. He offered his hands and took me away from that spot. I dropped the knife and accepted his hand. We walked hand in hand from that dark spot and headed to his car. He opened the door and signaled me to get in and so I did.
I did not knew that it was a long set of trap laid out by him.
"Drive." he said with a low voice. The car was ignited and we drove towards the heart of the city. During the whole trip, he was just silent and I was confused by his actions. I wanted to ask him questions but the aura he emitted had a bloodlust. He was cold and distant. I had shivers in my spine and that made me question my decision to come with him.
I guess, even if I ran away with him that night, I would not survive until the morning.