"Don’t say anything, you’re badly hurt." Moon-Jo murmured as he watched your blood-covered face and your labored breathing. "Don’t worry, I’m with you now." A smile slowly appeared on his face.

A few hours later, Moon-Jo had stitched up your wounds and taken you to the police station. The families of the guys you beat were complaining about you. But you couldn't focus, not because of the injuries but because of him. The obsessive jerk must have been stalking you, again. He was appearing wherever you went, as if he was doing it on purpose.

You met him a few weeks ago in the building you just moved into, he was your neighbor. At first everything was normal, you thought he was the only person who listened to you and you were happy with him. But the truth had shown its face over time, the scary looks, the suggestive words, the disappearance of people in the apartment.

He and the other people living in the apartment were not normal. They were a little small but scary enough, no one could find the lost people, you even thought they were cannibals. You wanted to get out of there, but where could you go? He wouldn't let you.

"I'm sure she'll behave herself now." Moon-jo said with a fake smile. He had taken care of the situation for you. While the cop behind you was shaking hands with you, you could barely keep up with him. You wanted to run away as he walked a few steps ahead.

"Don't ever hide anything from me again." Moon-jo muttered without looking at you. His steps were slow, as if he was trying to keep up with your heavy steps without letting you know. The night was as numb as you, as if the road was endless.