4 She is mine

Nami Jin did not have any expectation for anything. She did not have the heart for it. Everything just seem so dull in her life.

"It seems like your heart is still not beating today." A middle age man announces, giving her a quick smile before scribbling in his notes. His calm brown eyes scans over his work, while Nami sits there lifeless. Mr. Choi, the Jin's private doctor checks on her heart every morning to see if it would beat. What good does it do?

"Hubby, you need to stop with all those gadgets. I told you, modern medicine is not good for this type of situation." A woman only a year younger than Mr. Choi walks in with a pep in her step. Mrs. Choi wore the same white coat as her husband. Her facial expression, per usual, stiff but her dark eyes carries a happy glitter.

"And you believe traditional medicine will fix this case." Mr. Choi scoffs at his wife's words.

"And why not? It works plenty of times before." Mrs. Choi retorts with her chest puffing out with pride. Of course she believes In this. She is the Jin's traditional doctor while her husband is their modern doctor.

Mr. Choi side eye his wife then frowns. "While I don't usually have problems with traditional medicine as it does work with certain cases. All it will ever be is wives tales. The 'Frozen Heart' is an extremely rare case with victims being less than five percent of the population in the world!" Mr. Choi argues calmly to his wife.

It was Mrs. Choi's turn to roll her eyes. "What would someone so narrow minded as you know about real medicine. It has been documented by early traditional doctors that the cure is something or someone that jumpstart their heart by an intense emotion! The answer is obviously..."

By then, Jin had enough of their shit. She stands up and leave. The doll-like girl mindlessly moves through the mansion doing her morning routine. As the owner's daughter of Scarlett Fort University, she must be a role model. She must not be late for classes.

But in the back of her mind, she knows no cure can make her heart beat. Nothing in her life ever excites her. What to do? Her family worries she'll never be a normal girl. What can they do?

It's eight: thirty, her private driver escorts her into the car.

"Secretary Kain said he will meet you at the school, milady." The middle-aged driver says like every morning.

"Thank you, Jack."

"Of course."

It was only a thirty minutes drive; an hour before classes starts. That's how it should be.

"Milady, it seems we will be taking a detour today."

"Again." Jin says, as she flips up one of the backseats to reveal a red button.

"Again." The chubby man looks at his side mirror, sizing up the group of potential kidnappers reflected from the glass. "Well, at least this group seems more interesting than the last." He mumbles.

Jin presses the red button, which opens the car's roof and lifts her seat up into open air above the car. The trunk pops open slowly turning into a mini-gun platform, while Jin's seat swirl the other way. Allowing her to see her pursuers. "Hippies"

That's right, fashionable hippies chase them in a van with guns pointing at the car. They have been trying to slow down the car by shooting the tires. Fortunately, Jack is no pushover as he puts more distance between them by swerving through traffic, breaking too many driving laws to count.

Finally, one hippie sees it. "Hey man, look!" A hippie with nice hair points. They all turn, except the driver, to see a brunette with porcelain skin pointing a mini-gun at them.

"Holy-- pullover man!" A hippie from the back screams to his friend.

Jin presses the red button on her arm rest after seeing the colorful van stop abruptly. Slowly the car transform back and she returns to the backseat.

"Hippies?" Jin asks calmly.

"Yes, your father sure knows how to make enemies."

"How?" Her face showing no emotions.

Jack grimace at the thought of what Mr. Jin probably did to piss off the tree-huggers. "I do not know much. Just something about throwing waste in one of the great parks' lakes. Do you think the park was Mulberry Park, where the hippies like to hangout?"

Jin looks out the window with no interest at continuing the conversation. Nothing ever seem interesting to care about, until this bizarre scene that just race pass her.

A brown girl with wild curls laughs her head off with a deranged look in her eyes. "You don't need some random dead man to do the dirty work when you have a devil!" She continues to laugh like a mad man as the red-headed boy starts to cry for his mother.

The scene was difficult to look at. They were both covered in dirt, leaves, and twigs, while the scrawny boy is somehow dressed in birds' waste. Even worse-- her father's secretary chasing after them on a pink bike. He was mumbling to himself with a mad look on his face. Something about a croissant thief?

"Ma'am, are you smiling?" Jack is sweating bullets now. Did he do something wrong? Did his lady finally snap? Is he going to die by his lady's hand?

Jin did not reply to her scared driver; she did not blame him. When was the last time she ever smile? She touches her lips then her hands jerk away from the foreign smile on her face. Smiling really hurts, how do people keep smiling?

Her hands move to her chest where she feels a painful warmth. Her heart beats three times. Two times. One strong beat. Then, her heart turns cold. The smile drops, and the spark in her eyes died. All she have to remember the moment are the trails of tears on her cheeks.

"Milady--"

"It's nothing, Jack. Take me to school."

"Yes." Jack secretly watches her, quacking in his boots. Should he tell Ms. Jin?

When she reach the school, she found no peace. As a familiar voice screams.

"Where the hell do you think you're going!" A handsome, ruffled man walks angrily to that wild girl and her red-headed lackey. A vain bulging on his forehead.

Jin feels her chest again. She felt the warmth again. It turn hot, her heart starts to beat crazily like it wanted escape from her chest.

The girl steps up with a smirk on her face. Her secretary looks ready to kill her. Kain grabs her by the collar; his gold eyes carrying so much animosity and anger, she could hardly recognize her usually cool-headed secretary. The girl gives a hardy laugh.

"What the hell is going on?" The lackey anxiously looks at the both of them.

The girls answers with a toothy smile. "Angels and demons. A tale as old as time."

Jin did not understand what she meant but she did understand one thing.

"Secretary Kain." She walks up to them.

"Lady Jin." He bows after giving the girl he released from his clutches a hard glare."I--"

"That girl." Jin points at the dumb-looking girl, who is still smiling. "She is mine."

"What!" The two men looks almost comical with their eyes popping out and tongue stretched out like a dog.

The curly haired girl only laughs her head off. Man, were human always so interesting!"

"This is how they met. Four fates entangled on an unknown road that only God knows." A woman in black speaks to an old man sitting on the opposite side of the chess board in a park.

"And what about your daughter, Satan?" The blind man looks up after moving a piece.

"It's her decision to come here, so she must take responsibility." Satan moves a piece with a glint in her blue eyes.

The man grunts in understanding. "Well, I can't wait to see what they have to offer."