The pair of hands that were grabbing you tightly by your arms suddenly made you sit on a cold chair and took off the blindfold that covered your eyes. Two strong men leave the place after that. You looked around. The room was big, decorated with some painting and shelfs with books, and also with a couch and a minibar. Everything had that comfortable but luxurious style that made it look stunning.

Just when you finally turned your head straight forward, you saw him. A elegant man sitting behind his desk, looking at you with sharp eyes. That was Hongjoon.

His voice loud and athoritative.

"Who do we have here?"