The day was nice that's why I decided to go to the park and enjoy the rest of the afternoon there. However, it turned out the sun got stronger and it was too hot for a walk around the park, so I went to groceries shopping instead. After all, I just arrived from my vocation and desperately needed to refill the refrigerator. I would come back to work at Monday already and I'll need to start cooking again.

I like to cook, I usually brought my own packed lunch to work, it's just that the common laziness of the vocation got me and I was eating take out's for two days in a row. If my mother knew that, I would be back home before I could spell "take out".

I was living alone for two weeks and was at my place for two days only, since I decided to travel to Jeju Island for her vocation, as soon as I got the apartment. I deserved that! I had worked very much to earn the money and the luxury of fifteen days of vocation. It had took a year to make my boss acknowledge my value and another one to convince him to let me go into vocation.

Not that I have minded the hard work, not at all, I enjoyed staying after hours and doing a lot more than the other do. For me, it was something like a competition and I had to be the best. Maybe it's because the way my parents raise me: always ready to be the number one. At ten, I only had A+ and already spoke two languages fluently, my mother's Korean and my father's Italian. Now, with twenty-three, I also had mastered English and I was learning Portuguese to understand their funny soup operas.

I didn't have many friends tough. As an only child born with mixed cultures, I found difficult to relate to others and it was particular difficult to engage into small talks. That's why I focused on the studies instead. Moreover, the hard work it paid itself: I was living in a nice apartment only for myself and got a good position in a big company in Yeoido.

I was lost in thoughts of self-congratulations when my phone biped in my pocket. Who might be? I already spoke to mom today, I wonder. It was a messenger from some unknown person in a strange app I didn't remember to have download it.

"Hello?"

"Hello?"

"Can you see this?"

"Yes, but who ARE you?"

"Finally connected. Thank god! It's not everyday you get a text from a stranger. Huh? I find this smartphone at the subway station but doesn't have information only an address. Do you mind going there check it for me?"

"Yes, I do. Why don't you just deliver at the Police station? They'll know what to do."

"I'm currently abroad… I know you're surprised to have someone suddenly pop up and ask a favor like that, but still I'd appreciate your help."

Something sound fishy, so I tried to refuse this stranger ask.

"I don't know… I'm kind of busy right now."

"You're the only clue I have to find the owner and I really wanna do this, it's part of my religion do good everyday, if you can."

I was still suspicious but decided to help. I thought I had nothing to lose expect for a few hours.

"Ok, fine… but I'm leaving right away if something feels sketchy."

He thanked me and sent the address. Surprisingly, it was very close from where I stood, I didn't need to take a cab or anything, just walk a few blocks to the right.

"Ok, I'm here. So now what? No one is answering the door bell."

"Is there a password lock on the door right? I'll send the digits to you. Try it."

"I don't know… I don't feel good about invade someone's house like this."

"Trust me, it's safe. If really there's no one home, you can leave a note with my credentials."

"Hmm… Ok. Send me the password."

I put the groceries on the floor, typed the code and then opened the door. I entered the house but it was empty. I turned to report that to the stranger but something weird happened to the app and he went missing.