The sound of water dripping from the ceiling starts to sound too loud with every hour spent in this room. It was like torture-slow, painful, and never-ending. Or maybe it was a kind of torture?

Leon didn't know how long he'd been sitting in that damn cage, like a watchdog on a leash. Those freaks even put a muzzle on him–what kind of stupidity? His back and shoulders began to ache from the tightness, and the tight ropes on his wrists rubbed his skin until it hurts whenever he moved them. It was unbearable. How could he let this happen? He's a high-ranking agent... He got trapped, and now he has to sit behind bars, exposed to the public like an animal in a circus.

He knew he was being hunted, but how else could he? After all, he is a high-class government agent, the best in his field, and of course he is a threat. But, to be honest, he did not think that even if one day he was still caught, instead of killing him on the spot, he would be kept in a cage for some kind of strange purposes. Perhaps death would be much better than... this.

"Oh, there's my good boy!"

The woman's voice made the man look up, and his eyebrows immediately drew together. This woman... He had no idea what her name was, but he knew for sure that she was the customer. The click of her heels echoed off the empty walls, as did her sickly sweet voice. When she got closer, she squatted down in front of him. He was so busy thinking about hating this woman that he didn't notice the chain in her hands.

"You want to go for a walk, huh? Look at the collar I bought you," she twirled a leather collar with some sensors in front of his nose.

"You sick b..." the man croaked hollowly, the muzzle muffling any sound he made.

The smile disappeared from the young woman's face, and a wrinkle appeared between her eyebrows. She was clearly not happy with his behavior.