It was 02:00 January 2020 when five shots came out from the North Korean navy ship. Boats approached the bay near Golden Gate Bridge. People were dashing through the roads to save their lives. One of the soldiers ordered to fire. Just then a rocket shot out in the air, got split in half and blew up an eighth of a city. It reminded me of a time when my grandfather told a story when he saw a nuke accident. I sprinted down the hotel stairs, through the corridor, but I stopped. I knew I was not safe.