Hwoarang fists were glenched around the handles of the motorcycle. He cursed under his breath, again and again. If that beast hurt Julia, he would… God damn, he didn't know what he would do. He quickly grabbed his cell phone, dialling Julia's number. It rang..

"Come on, pick it up, damnit!" he hissed, getting the answering machine. He frowned, trying another number. Again it rang, for a long time, when someone finally picked it up.

"Naní," a sleepy voice said on the phone. Hwoarang let go of a relieved sigh, the grip around the phone getting tighter.

"By-uong," Hwoarang pleaded, "You hafta check on Julia…"

"What, 4 am in the morning?" he yawned, "You must be crazy…" Hwoarang gritted his teeth. He hadn't even checked his watch, all he had in mind was getting to Julia before the cat did.

"I'm begging you, someone's after her." He could hear By-uong sigh in the phone. With a smile, Hwoarang knew what it meant. "Thanks pal." By-uong muttered something about a payment, but Hwoarang didn't listen. He just hung up, and sped up. He drove through the streets, suddenly realising something wrong. All streetlights were out, not even a window or a sign was lit. He looked to the old bodega, seeing that it was dark too. No people were inside, and it was stranger than anything else. He could see blood on the street, not much, but it made his stomach spin. He didn't mind blood at all, but the thoughts about what the sick beast could do was enough for him to make him sick. It had endangered all the people in the casino, and lives didn't seem to care the feline creature. He stopped outside Julia's apartment and ran inside, finding the door to her place open.

"JULIA!" he cried, bursting into the room. Blood was scattered on the floor and when he looked up, By-uong stood with a piece of paper in his hand. The blood from it had covered one corner of it, but the text was clear enough. Hwoarang grabbed it without thinking, trying to read the words on it, but none of it made sense.

"What is this?" he asked in a low voice, looking his best friend into the eyes.

"Japanese," By-uong muttered, taking back the letter, "It says, that the person has kidnapped Julia and wants you to meet him somewhere." The red haired Korean blinked.

"Where?"

"It says: "Kaídan ni chùi"; mind the step, whatever that means," By-uong shrugged, looking at Hwoarang. It didn't make sense. What step? Hwoarang glenched his fists, trying to think. There had to be some kind of connection.

"Where would you have to mind the step?" Hwoarang thought loud. By-uong blinked, then smiled a bit at the crazy thought.

"On stairs?" he joked. The clue was impossible to solve, "But there are hundreds of stairs just in the city. Aren't their any other clues?" Hwoarang thought about the casino, and the wheel, spinning and spinning 'till fire came out of it.

"Well," he tried, "She told me to pick number four at the casino… But what does that have to do with anything?" He sat down at a chair nearby, sighing to himself. He had lost Julia, just like he had lost Baek in the past. Was this never going to end? He could feel a small tear trying to break free, but he had never cried in front of the guys, and this wouldn't be the time either. He turned his head around to hide his face, suddenly eyeing an advertisement on the table. With a gasp, he grabbed it and flew up from the chair, making it fall backwards.

"You are great!" he cried out, grabbing By-uong by the shoulder and dragged him out of the place. He ran towards his motorcycle and started it, gesturing towards his Japanese friend.

"Come, jump on," he called and By-uong slowly placed himself on the back, a worried look on his face.

"Where are we going?"

"To the concert hall…"

Sorry about all the time waiting, folks. Writer's blocks lurks around every corner at the moment. But, I'm back, and I'll try to keep up the work, if people are still reading this (I know Hwoom Boom is…) Again, many apologies.