The recent rain had left the ground in the forest slippery with humidity, and the sun was about to set. He and you were still trapped inside the deep pit trap.

Trying to conceal his anger, he thought of a way to climb up without any equipment. "I hope you know how to climb," his voice was low and filled with sarcasm.

He glanced sharply in your direction, dusting his stained hanbok with mud, determined not to expose his disguise. Being trapped twice with you, a herbalist, was a bad omen to him.