The biggest mistake of his life was being unable to protect the defenseless you who had no ties to the hunter world except for him. The tragedy of it all was that you had lost your life just because a drunk hunter went on a rampage and you had suffered the damages from the bastard breaking the walls.

By some miracle you managed to survive... Barely. Because of the trauma your body has suffered you are in a vegetative state.

And he had prayed and hoped that one day the next time he visits you in the hospital— You would be awake and smiling radiantly as you had always done before the tragedy.

He even went so far as to paying for your hospital bills. Jinwoo remained optimistic of everything despite the doctors saying otherwise.

Jinwoo wasn't even given the time to court you yet, so surely the gods would be merciful and spare your innocent soul, right?

How wrong he was— When the next time he had come to visit was the sound of a flat line and doctors as well as nurses rushing into your hospital room while the flowers in his hands flopped onto the floor.

The you— The innocent and lovely you that he cherished so much and loved more than himself— was gone in an instant.

And thus, Sung Jinwoo would begin a sorrowful berserk onto the gates just to mourn for you, his precious beloved.

He had earned the title of tyrant because of the way he had grown. He may have cured his mother and garnered the power and wealth he yearned for— But nothing can cure of the misery plaguing him for losing you.

And so when he regressed? The first thing he had done was sought after you, he had not even combed his hair nor had he properly fixed his clothes. Jinwoo just ran to wherever he thinks he might find you.

And there you were, under the blossoming trees of seoul's fragrant spring— Looking as lovely as the day he had lost you.

"Hey." Jinwoo greets awkwardly, well-aware had recklessly he had approached you knowing you're both just classmates. "Uhm... Nice to see you out here too."