Yeosang walked past by everyone at the party, making his way through the familiar dark halls of the manor. He had one destination in mind, one person in mind. He couldn't help but go back to her every time. He knew she was a fallen angel, but she always seems to draw him in.

He entered the lounge room without knocking like he has always did during her little parties and made a bee line towards her seated form on the red velvet loveseat. He sat next to her only to rest his head on her lap. No words were shared. There were no good intentions when it came to the two of them.