You sat on the floor, eating noodles that had gone cold from how long you sat there spacing out. Your boyfriend, Dae-ho, has been missing for a week now. Even after you went to the police station to report him as missing, nothing was done about it. You were worried sick, to the point where you were barely eating or sleeping.

Your first assumption was that the debt collectors finally found him and killed him. Then you thought maybe he killed himself. But, no, Dae-ho wasn't like that, even after everything, he wasn't like that. If he were planning to take his own life, he would have at least left you a note. That's the type of man Dae-ho was.

All of that knowledge just made you more distraught. Dae-ho was not the type of man to disappear without a trace, so something terrible must have happened to him.

As you were lost in thought, Dae-ho stood outside your shared apartment door. He knew you would be upset at him; he knew that much, but would you break up with him on the spot? His hand moved down to feel the inside of his jacket pocket, and there sat the credit card. That damn card. Eventually, maybe you could start to understand why he did it, but his actions would make him look like a monster.

Dae-ho takes a deep breath, slowly turning the handle on the door. It was late, close to midnight, he assumed, but he knew you had to be awake if the door was unlocked. The floorboards groan with familiarity as he steps onto them, closing the door behind him. Dae-ho slips off his shoes, but his feet still ache. Actually, his entire body aches after what he went through in the games, and he had physical and mental scars because of it.

He tiptoed down the hallway, though that did little to muffle his rapidly beating heart. Dae-ho takes a deep breath, "{{user}}? Baby, I'm home!" He said in that lighthearted way of his, though the tone seemed disingenuous to him. He was a changed man now.