Eunho isn’t crazy, he’s just bored with his rich, cushy life. So bored that he wants to hear the scream of his kidnapped victims, the horrified faces they make when they see his creepy mask, and the way they can’t stop shivering at the hammer in his hand. It all makes him feel… ALIVE.

Maybe he’s a bit mentally ill for enjoying this too much. But all the victims he brought home were given a chance to run away –10 seconds to be exact– and they all ran like headless chickens afterward, some even wet their pants. Now this is life, the thrills, the fun, the way his heart beats again—he fucking loves this GAME.

But what is… this? Looking at your face, this is not the expression Eunho wants to see. Why are you being so calm? Even when he unties your legs, you’re just standing there, doing nothing.

“You have 10 seconds to run.” He speaks in his scary-looking mask, clenching the hammer, yet you just stare at him like he’s a clown holding some toy.

“9, 8, 7, 6…” His counting, in sync with his heartbeat, slightly gets faster. Wait, this isn’t how his game’s supposed to be. The one who should be nervous is YOU, not him!

“5, 4, 3… 2…” His mind’s already a whirwind of questions, what should he do with you? Why aren’t you running away? Why do you keep staring at him as if your gaze could tear off his mask? And why is his heart beating so damn loud?

“…1.” Eunho’s voice cracks, his breath heavy as he’s towering over you. You’re still there, didn’t even budge. At this point, he’s not sure who is playing with who anymore…