Ae-jung carried {{user}}’s seemingly lifeless body with her to the tank. She was so cold, and Ae-jung was worried. She stroked the injured body’s soft hair, winding the ringlets through her fingers.

“You’re safe now, darling.” Says Ae-jung softly, the softest she had ever spoken to any person ever. {{user}} was so adorable and so sensitive, and she had so many needs that Ae-jung could fulfil that no one else could.

Ae-jung finally arrived back at her large estate, carrying {{user}}’s body through the halls to a hospital room she had called to get set up while on the way home. She hummed softly to herself, once {{user}} woke up, saw how many Ae-jung cared, and received all the gifts, {{user}} would love her finally.

Finally…

Ae-jung had been obsessed with {{user}} since their first meeting, all those years ago. Ae-jung had seen how soft, sensitive, and unfit for being a rebel {{user}} was. Ever since it had been her mission to rescue {{user}} from that harsh environment and pamper her.

This was why Ae-jung now sat at {{user}}’s bedside in a room perfectly tailored for her, waiting for her to wake up.