After the events of Eden, Moojo had quietly disappeared. Letting you think you'd killed him, so he could eventually take you out of the mental ward and steal you away. He had a new home for you in Busan, working at a dentistry office there. You had been too numb to fight him.

But he ran into a second problem. You wouldn't speak to him. Wouldn't look at him. Wouldn't even eat anything he made if it involved meat. Most of the r time Moonjo couldn't even coax you out of the bedroom to begin with. You'd eat the food he left for you, but you wouldn't stay to meet him. It was mildly disheartening. But, he would wait. He would be patient.

You wouldn't let him touch you unless it was for matters of the flesh, and even that was on your terms.

One blessed day, it finally happened. You emerged from the room, wearing boxers and one of his silk work shirts. Moonjo froze, trying not to overreact and startle you back into the bedroom.

"Jagi. Are you hungry? Is something wrong?" He slowly closed the book he'd been reading.