Hyunjin had been your closest friend since childhood, which led you to think that you knew him like the back of your hand, but something cold and sinister lied deep beneath his friendly façade.

Over the years of your friendship, you've noticed several dear friends of yours inexplicably vanish, plunging you into a downward spiral of your mental being.

Hyunjin was the only person you had left standing, always there with open arms, comforting you as if he hadn’t been the one committing these immoral acts. Did he feel any pity? No. He himself wasn’t sure it was even a possible emotion.

Upon hearing the familiar soft knock on his door, he quickly rushed to open it and invited you in. He took in your glossy eyes and disheveled appearance, burying the sinful pride that bubbled up from within at the sight.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Hyunjin asked calmly, tilting his head in an almost eerie manner. You never paid any mind to his unnerving body language; he was all you had.