My eyes open and close slightly, I sigh, mm in this soft and warm place ... So beautiful I have never felt so peaceful in a sleep until this time.
What! I suddenly opened my eyes, what happened? Where was I, who was in this room, and why was I wearing a pajama that was not mine? I put my hands on my swollen and aching neck oh how sore it was, it felt as big as a ball in my hand.
I stood up slightly, glanced around me, I saw a note on the side table, I took it and examined it, it was written in Korean, but I could not understand what it was Korean, it was like this, my God, my Lord, it also dropped a note below: D but I translate this to you in English and say "You don't have to be afraid. You are safe, we got over the police, we just need to get your passport. Don't go anywhere or get out of custody until I arrive "
I was living a beautiful, monotonous and boring life that I have never struggled with. Don't test me with such sudden movements! I'm not used to this, dear God!
.How did I get here, neither Korean nor English, nor police nor security ... Wait a minute, I was sober when I was saying where I was last.
NUTELLA TRUCK, DOOR, I FALL AND HIT MY HEAD.
I think I forgat but I have no idea what happened after that, by the way, this person has wrote his name and his name is Kim Dan.
And I have to tell you something. I realize that someone I don't know is dressing me and I'm in shock, I want to go underground and poke my head, but before that I have a question! What city am I in?
My eyes searched for my phone immediately, I found it, but unfortunately my phone is out of charge. Then I turned towards the window, opened the curtain, and the city I had seen in the pictures before was right in front of me. I was in Seoul, my dear God!
I examined my surroundings, it was a spacious house decorated in a very modern way, and the smell on the pillow promised me peace of mind, a smell that penetrates my lungs.
I thought we were in the skyscraper because the window was so wide and it had a high view but I can say that it is really hard to guess which floor it could be.
Meanwhile, I felt a click in the back and realized that it was the sound of the door opening. I turned around slowly and saw the person entering through the gently opening door. Chestnut hair, white skin, brown eyes ...
Did this model sound familiar to you, or was I a schizophrenic?
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