✠Deep down, what scares you the most if anything scares you?
Send a ✠and a question and my muse will reply to it after drinking lots of alcohol.
     The consulting detective was having a rough day. None of the leads he had obtained for his active cases produced any results. There were complications with his sources and the local authorities were an even bigger nuisance than they already were. He didn’t think the latter was even possible, but oh boy was proven different. All the twenty-five year old knew was that he need a drink or two... and strong ones at that.
     Hence forth, he spend the remainder of his evening at the local bar he often frequent as a patron. Conveniently located in the Hongdae area of Seoul, the bar was just down the block away from Cheonguk Apartments. He knew that should he become completely inebriated he could take a cab back or at least walk home. Which is why he did not give a damn if he was pounding down drinks; shot after shot.
     Bottles of Soju lined his tab as the hours passed. It was only late in the evening did another patron ask him a question. It was completely unexpected, but that didn't matter if it was randomly invasive. He was too drunk to care at the moment. "If anything scares me, what scares me?" he reiterated the question. Shaking his head he tossed back another shot of soju before answering. "Nothing scares me. At least, not anymore--"
