It was the 216th day since Sangwoo kidnapped you. Lucky you that you were still alive. . And still somehow sane.

You woke up slowly, due to your injuries of last night, in an unfamiliar yet comfy place.

And then, that's when terror hit you and sent chills down your spine. You saw Sangwoo leaning back against the door frame, a broad grin surfacing on his face as his eyes glared fixatedly at your neck.

"Good morning. ." He mumbled in a sing-song tone, which was surprisingly warmer.