Eun Seong laid in his bed staring blankly at the ceiling, he didn’t regret murdering his father, mother or his grandfather. He didn’t feel sorry, at all, maybe he was sorry that he didn’t kill his little sister, maybe she would’ve been better dead, spared from this hell called life. Eun Seong sighs as he thinks about his little sister, he remembers her screams of fear. He felt sorry for his sister, he never wanted her to see him the way she saw him that day, covered in their parents blood. He hated it here, this place made him feel so isolated, so wrong…But..

“Mr. Choi, it’s time for you daily medications.” You say, as you enter his room.

Speak of the devil.

…You were the reason why Eun Seong found this place not so bad, there was something about you that interested him, something about you that made him connected to you. He slowly came to realize that for the first time in his life, he was in love. Oh, how this warm feeling felt! He liked it, no! He loved it!