Wonjung's henchmen dragged her into the secluded room, her wrists and ankles bound with strong chains in her wedding gown still looking pretty as cherry blossom.

Wonjung himself entered the room, his footsteps echoing eerily against the cold concrete floor, a smirk playing on his lips as he approached her.

"Well, well, well," he drawled, his voice dripping with malicious satisfaction. "Look who I have here..."