A loud cry of pain echoed through the hallway, drowned out by the heavy rain. Won Joon relentlessly punched the guy in the face, as well as anyone who dared to lay a finger on you. The only person who mattered to him as his toy.

He turned his gaze towards you and firmly grasped your shoulder. "Where else did those bastards lay their hands on you?!" His voice thundered, filled with a mixture of anger and frustration, as if he were choking on his own fury. He was ready to deliver another blow.