Seoyeon's eyes turned around the place, trying to find a way out to run to her house where more people were present and thought to call someone once she reached there. She stared at the five men, noticing how there were tattoos on their arms and some had it on their neck. With their large body frame, Seoyeon gulped. Are they gangs?
"What business do you have with me?" asked Seoyeon apprehensively. They didn't seem like people who would talk but there was no fault in asking.
"Your family owe us money, Ms. Han and we came here because they say you would be paying in their stead," said one man whose face was with a wide grin that tell Seoyeon how damnable her aunt and uncle was.
"I don't think I have family," Seoyeon replied, taking one step back without the people knowing.
