"Let's go Nabi!" his girlfriend Areum yelled. Nabi hurried along, his feet catching on the rough terrain of North Korea. Nabi and Areum were prisoners of war, after the great grandson of Kim Jong-Un had conquered South Korea. Now they had their chance to escape. After the prison guards fell asleep at their cells, they were trying to escape. Areum, thinking fast, had grabbed the keys to their cells, and released them. Ever since, the government had been chasing them. Loud shouts could be heard behind Nabi and Areum, as they ran for their freedom. Guns fired at them, bullets nipping the ground at their feet.

"Look!" Areum yelled. Nabi looked up, and saw the wall surrounding North Korea from the outside world. Adrenaline kicked in, and he sped up, eager to get to safety. Suddenly, as sharp pain tore through his elbow. He fell to the ground, clutching it in his hand. A bullet had hit, smashing the bone on the end, and damaging his joint. Areum turned back, and ran to his side.

"Holy Frick!" Nabi yelled through gritted teeth. Blood was soaking his shirt now, and running down his arm.

"Let's go! You can persevere!" yelled Areum. But the guards were closing in fast, and Nabi would only slow down the love of his life.

"Go without me," he told her, tears stinging his eyes at the thought of never seeing her again.

"No!" Areum wailed, "I won't leave you!"

"Go!" Nabi said in a firm voice. Areum looked at him once more, tears in her eyes, and then turned and ran. Nabi watched as she escaped through a small hole in the bottom of the wall, and then braced himself for the guards.

Pretty soon, he felt a hand clamp on his shoulder, and a gun to his head.

"Get up!" they commanded him. Not wanting to cause any trouble, Nabi rose to his feet, still clutching his elbow, and allowed them to handcuff him and lead him back to the prison. He risked one last glance at the place where Areum had been, and thought about how she would survive in the outside world.

"You're coming with us," one of the guards said in a gritty voice, "Yong Jang Un will want to hear about this, and how your little friend escaped." He yanked on Nabi's chains some more. Yong Jang Un was Kim Jong Un's great grandson, and one of the cruelest leaders in history. Not only did he torture and terrorize prisoners of war, but he also made his own people work for him, and lived off of their incomes. No one liked him at all.

Rain soaked Nabi's pants, and mud dirtied them. They had been walking for three hours, to get to the capitol of North Korea. His elbow ached, blood still seeping from the wound, and worst of all, no movement working. Nabi hoped it wasn't permanent. The guards yanked on Nabi, and he fell to the ground.

"Get up!" one of the guard yelled at him, "we don't have all day!" Nabi obliged, and pretty soon, the capitol building was in sight. Glamorous terraces and splendid balconies highlighted it, the selfishness of Yong Jang Un, showed in it all. He had used over 28 billion won on it. Won was the North Korean currency. Because of that use of money, the production of cars and other products plummeted. Eventually everything just disappeared, turning all the land besides from the capitol into a barren wasteland.

"Requesting access into the president's quarters," one of the guards said into a small microphone attached to the lavish gates.

"Access granted," a voice responded. The huge metal gates swung inward, a long brick path leading to the capitol building.

"Let's go!" a guard commanded Nabi, yanking his hurt elbow forward. Nabi cried out in pain, sharp pain shooting up his arm, and tears coming to his eyes. He blinked them away, refusing to show weakness in front of them.

The long brick path led up to yet another gate, closing off the president's personal quarters.

"Requesting access to see President Yong Jang Un," the same guard who had spoke before, stated into another microphone.

"State your service number, age, height, name, and weight, to the exact decimal," a voice responded. The guard sighed, obviously not wanting to do all of what the voice had just stated, but he rattled off all of the answers, needing help from a little piece of paper with writing on it, in his jacket.

"Access granted," the robotic voice responded after taking in all the information. The gate around Yong Jang Un's personal quarters swung open, and Nabi steeled himself for the worst.

Nabi was struck with awe at the beauty of the sight. Grand marble balconies and staircases framed the beauty of the capitol building itself. Hundreds of different towers and rooms were visible through countless windows and doors. A fountain was in the center of it all, in the middle of the path leading to the palace. Suddenly, Nabi caught himself.

'I shouldn't be in awe of this,' he thought, 'Millions of people went into poverty because of the taxes, and some even died.' he thought about his poor mother, who had died of starvation by feeding what she could get, to Nabi, and his father, who had been forced into the military, and then been reported missing overseas in the Americas. Nabi gritted his teeth. He was not going to Yong Jang Un get off with all of this if he lived.

The guards led him down the wide brick path, and past the elegant fountain. They stopped at a set of large marble doors, yet another microphone hung on the wall outside.

"Sergeant Yun, requesting access to see President Yong Jang Un," one of the guards spoke into the microphone. It took a second for a man to respond.

"Sergeant Yun, state your full name, fingerprint number, and scan your retina on the digi-screen right next to the microphone," Sergeant Yun obliged, and did as the man said, and in another minute, the doors slowly rolled back into the walls.

If Nabi had thought the outside was elegant, the inside was much more courtly. statues lined the entrance chamber. Pictures of past leaders hung on the walls, some of whom Nabi could name. Everything inside was polished marble, as it had been on the outside. Even inside, a luxurious fountain bubbled, spurting water into a small pool. The guards led him past all this, and into a hallway. At the very end of the hallway, two huge, doors were propped open, revealing a spacious bedroom, at least two thousand square feet, and a balcony overlooking the country. Standing on that balcony was the man whom everyone knew. Yong Jang Un.