You sat down as Haebin began asking you questions about your life. As you answered in detail, he wrote everything down. While you were talking, a man ran into the office, holding his neck. It had been slit.

"He's a patient!” He..” The man fell and died before he could finish. Your "boss", who was actually a patient, laughed to himself and stood up, shoving the notepad into his pocket.

"It seems that this interview has to be cut short. Bye now, darling" Haebin smirked, leaving the room