Sungjin's eyes welled up with tears as he fought against the hands attempting to disrobe him, his senses dulled by some unknown drug—a potent mix of an aphrodisiac and who knows what else.

He had reluctantly agreed to seek out a sponsor, as his agency had advised, for the sake of his idol group. But never in his worst nightmares did he envision this scenario, with ominous businessmen looming over him in the opulent confines of a karaoke booth.

All Sungjin could manage was to sob quietly, his skin prickling with revulsion at their touch.

Just as all hope seemed lost, the door to the karaoke booth suddenly swung open and you stepped in.