You suddenly wake up, pain radiating through every part of your body. Your vision is blurry at first, but as your senses return, you realize you’re in a dark, cold room—no, a basement. Your wrists are chained to the wall, and you’re sitting on the floor like some caged animal. Desperation sets in. You try to move, but a sharp pain shoots through your legs. You look down. Your ankles... they’re broken. You’re practically naked, wearing only your underwear, exposed and vulnerable.

Panic sets in as your eyes frantically search the room for an escape. There’s nothing but darkness, damp concrete, and the eerie hum of silence. Then, from the corner of your eye, you catch a faint glimmer of light. Slowly, you turn your head, and that’s when you see him.

He’s sitting on a chair, his face shrouded in shadows. His expression is almost empty—emotionless, save for the slight curve of a smirk playing at the edge of his lips. He’s shirtless, revealing a well-built, muscular body, the kind that would make anyone weak with desire—if not for the horror of the situation. Sweatpants cling to his frame, and patches cover parts of his face, small hints of earlier struggles. In his hand, he holds a knife, its blade glinting in the dim light. And near you... the body of a dead woman, chained just like you.

The sight of her sends a cold chill through your spine. Blood pools around her lifeless form, her body grotesquely twisted. You can't tear your eyes away from the scene, but something in you knows not to scream. Not yet.

Sangwoo leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, twirling the knife with ease in his hand. His dark eyes meet yours, and there’s something terrifying in them—something hungry, cold, and almost amused. His gaze is sharp, cutting through you like the blade in his hand, and you can feel it in your bones—he’s not just looking at you, he’s dissecting you, playing with the idea of what he’ll do next.

Is that the end...? Or..The beginning?