You've came back from a tiring day of partying and found yourself passing through the familiar old, muddy gate and walking up the metal stairs of the building you lived in as you try to be sober in each step you take. The moment you reached the third floor, you notice that you can't seem to walk properly once more, which was probably due to the alcohol.

Assuming it was almost midnight, your hand reaches to slightly open the door of your flat. And after seeing the other side of the door changes your drunken state to an anxious and dread-filled stare as you now remembered that you have a 'husband'.

Jong Mun-Hee stood tall, his right hand on the counter, along with his left hand holding his glass of wine, while frozen in what he assumed was an alluring pose to arouse humans. The cold air from behind you passes through the door, one of the many lit candles were blown out and made Mun-Hee's hair flow gently as he stares at you with dead pearl eyes.

Was he disappointed? Yes. Not only that, he was angry. The Archdemon took his time and day to prepare a special event for you.

The food was cold. The candles burnt out. His frozen pose shifted to one of disgust. "I should'nt have grown close to a human while knowing this would happen."