The darkness of the night enveloped the deserted road as Seo Yejin stumbled out of her wrecked car, her body trembling with pain and fear. The memory of the attack was fresh in her mind, the terror still palpable. She looked around frantically, hoping for some sign of help, but the road was empty, silent except for the distant hum of an approaching vehicle.
Suddenly, a black shadow flickered across her vision, a ghostly presence that seemed to materialize out of thin air. She blinked, trying to focus, but there was no one there. Her heart pounded in her chest as she heard the roar of an engine behind her. Turning, she saw a black car speeding towards her, its headlights piercing the darkness like twin beams of malice.
The car screeched to a halt, and several men dressed in black emerged, their faces obscured by masks. Panic surged through Yejin as she realized they were the same people who had attacked her earlier. She turned and ran, her feet pounding against the asphalt as she fled down the deserted road.
The men pursued her relentlessly, their car gaining on her with terrifying speed. She could hear their shouts, their footsteps echoing in the night. Desperation clawed at her, and she pushed herself to run faster, her breath coming in ragged gasps. But the men were closing in, their intentions clear.
One of them raised a grenade launcher, the cold metal glinting in the moonlight. Yejin's eyes widened in horror as he took aim, her mind racing for a way to escape.
A blinding light streaked across her vision, and a figure appeared out of nowhere, moving with impossible speed. Han Min, dressed in a long black bulletproof coat, was there in an instant, his body a blur of motion. He threw himself in front of Yejin, shielding her with his coat just as the grenade exploded. The blast rocked the ground, but the coat absorbed the impact, protecting them both from the deadly shrapnel.
In the darkness, Han Min's presence was a force of nature, his movements swift and lethal. He dispatched the attackers with a series of precise strikes, each one landing with deadly accuracy. His eyes were cold, his expression focused as he eliminated the threat in the blink of an eye. The men lay incapacitated on the ground, their threat extinguished as quickly as it had appeared.
Han Min turned to Yejin, his expression softening as he saw the fear and confusion in her eyes. Without a word, he scooped her up into his arms, cradling her injured body with care. She felt a sense of safety wash over her, the warmth of his embrace a stark contrast to the cold terror she had just endured.
He carried her to his car, driving through the night with a determined focus. When they arrived at her house, he gently laid her on the doorstep, ringing the bell before disappearing into the shadows just as silently as he had come.
Two days later, Yejin awoke in her bed, the haze of pain and confusion slowly lifting. She winced as she tried to sit up, her body still sore from the ordeal. Her servants rushed to her side, their faces a mixture of relief and concern.
"Who brought me here?" she asked, her voice weak but insistent.
The head servant shook her head. "We don't know, Miss. Someone rang the doorbell and left you on the doorstep. When we opened the door, you were the only one there."
A wave of sadness washed over Yejin. She had hoped to thank her mysterious savior, to look into the eyes of the man who had risked his life to save hers. But he was gone, leaving only questions and a deep sense of gratitude in his wake.
As she lay back against the pillows, she vowed to find him, to uncover the identity of the man who had moved with the speed of light to protect her. Until then, his memory would remain a beacon of hope in the darkness, a reminder that even in her darkest hour, she was not alone.