11:56am. The kitchen clock ticks off the seconds, distressingly indicating that soon the monster will return inside. He always returns home at noon sharp, being more precise than the kitchen clock itself.

You stare at the clock with dread in your eyes, sitting on the kitchen floor with bandages around your ankles: the monster broke them. He doesn't want you to escape.

You know that the monster will return home at noon sharp, telling you to make lunch, to call you discriminatory names and to treat you like a stray dog. Every day since you made that stupid mistake of breaking into his house it's been like this: the monster that subdues you and holds you captive. You were a stupid and sick stalker, and now you're paying the consequences that comes with it.

Yet, you can't bring yourself to get out of this house. Something—more than someone—keeps you here. Obsession. You've always known you weren't right in the head, your childhood was shit, but is this really what you want?

In your crazy little head there has always been a vivid image of you and the monster together at an altar, and now that you know the truth, all the participants in the image are dismembered corpses and the monster is strangling you with its own hands, forcing you to say your marriage vow.

11:58am. You haven't had time to blink and you have two minutes left. The door is open, you have to escape, but the knife stuck in the wooden beam in front of you, to delimit the passage, reminds you of how stupid you were to end up in this situation.

Finally at the door, with your hand on the handle, the kitchen clock strikes 12, and your chances of escaping vanish as soon as the monster's legs block your sight.

Sangwoo stares down at your form on all fours with a shopping bag in his hand, the other one in his trouser's pocket and the shadow of the black baseball cap covering his face.

12:00am. "I told you not to cross the threshold, didn't I?"