“Hello...Im Sangwoo...”

He turned on a small radio on the kitchen cabinet and sang along to it slowly with his deep, pained voice.

“Killing me softly with his song...telling my life with his words”

He looks down the stairs and sighs.
“Well...lets just say that I have some...”
He runs his fingers down a small knife in his pocket.
“Visitors right now.”
He shrugged and walks towards the kitchen.