Ji Hoon kept recalling the events of his escape many times in his head. Yet he couldn't find out where he missed that lady.
He reached a small home in the suburbs. It wasn't as majestic as the mansion he just came from, but it was warm and enough for him.
"Beep… Beep… Beep…"
Just as he entered the house, and even before he could turn on the lights; his phone rang.
"Damn it, old man," he picked the phone while opening the fridge. He randomly selected one package and threw it inside the microwave. "How do you always know I'm home? Are you watching me right now?"
The old man laughed in his own way. "Tell me, was she pretty?"
"Beep!"
This time it was the alarm of the microwave. He took out his pasta and grabbed a fork before starting eating. "What are you talking about?"
"I just heard some rumors about a man trespassing the ladies room and tried to kidnap one girl from there," the old man laughed, "I never took you for the playboy type. What changed? Is she that beautiful?"
