Taehyun was in his makeup room, holding a glass of wine while listening to one of his old recordings. It was nearly three decades old, possibly older. Jinyoung walked into the room and found his boss, sitting on a chair.
"Sir, this is your schedule for tomorrow," Jinyoung stated, handing out a paper. Taehyun motioned him to put it on the table.
"Did you find her?" Taehyun quietly asked. "Lim Sojin?"
"I'm afraid not sir," Jinyoung said, lowering his eyes in an apparent display of regret. Taehyun stared at his secretary for a while, gauging him.
Suddenly, Jinyoung felt his throat being constricted by invisible forces, choking him. He wheezed and coughed as he tried to catch a breath but the unseen hands were throttling him. He gnawed his neck to get rid of whatever it was holding him but he was holding nothing more than air.
