Hoseok paced back and forth in his bedroom, his mind a whirlwind of worry and anger. The news of Kalina's ordeal had hit him like a physical blow. He had immediately contacted Kim Seojoon, demanding answers.
As Seojoon entered the room, Hoseok motioned for him to sit down. Seojoon hesitated, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for Kalina.
"She isn't here," Hoseok said, his voice filled with sadness. "She's in Seoul with doctors and nurses who are taking care of her. Now, tell me everything. How did you meet her?"
Seojoon took a deep breath. "Sir, well, she was in the border. She was cold and shivering. She pleaded with me to take her in, and she would do anything I wanted. So I took her in."
Hoseok's eyes narrowed. "Did you take her as your wife?"
Seojoon nodded, his voice barely a whisper. "Yes, I did."
Hoseok's heart ached for Kalina. "Did you sleep with her?"
Seojoon hesitated, then nodded slightly. "Yes, we did."
Hoseok took a deep breath. "Look, Seojoon, I'm not here to hurt you or make you scared. I just want to know what happened. And who hurt her like that."
Seojoon nodded, his eyes filled with fear. "I didn't know when she left. After that night, I haven't set my eyes on Kalina."
Hoseok's mind raced. If Seojoon hadn't hurt Kalina, then who had? And why?
As he sat there, lost in thought, Hoseok made a vow. He would not rest until he found the person who had caused Kalina so much pain. He would bring them to justice, no matter the cost.
A desolate, snow-covered landscape stretched out before them. The wind howled, carrying with it the bitter chill of the Ukrainian winter. In the distance, a small caravan stood alone, a stark contrast to the vast, empty expanse.
Inside the caravan, the air was thick with the stench of sweat and fear. A group of Ukrainian women, their faces gaunt and drawn, huddled together for warmth. They were prisoners, captives held against their will in this isolated, inhospitable place.
A heavy metal door creaked open, revealing a figure shrouded in darkness. The women cowered, their eyes wide with terror. The figure stepped into the light, revealing the face of a handsome man, his features masked by a sinister grin.
"Kyra," he called out, his voice a chilling blend of menace and seduction.
A young woman, her body trembling, stepped forward. The man reached out and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her towards him. She cried out in pain as he dragged her out of the caravan.
The other women watched in horror as the man led Kyra to a waiting truck. A group of men, their faces obscured by masks, emerged from the shadows and forced Kyra into the vehicle. She struggled and screamed, her cries echoing through the desolate landscape.
The truck roared to life and disappeared into the night, leaving the remaining women alone in their prison. The mystery of who held these women captive and what they were used for remained unsolved. It was a puzzle that Hoseok and the Korean Army would have to piece together, a task that would require all their skill and determination.
As the wind howled outside, the women huddled closer together, their bodies trembling with fear. They knew that their fate was uncertain, that their lives hung by a thread. But they also knew that they were not alone. There were people who were searching for them, people who would fight for their freedom.
And so, they waited, their hearts filled with hope and dread, as the darkness enveloped them.