You were sitting on the bed with your knees drawn up. You were trying to block out the sounds by covering your ears with your hands, but how could you externally block something that was already in your mind?

You looked with a mixture of fear and anger at Haechan, who was watching you with a smile in the rocking chair across from the bed. You said that you didn't want him because you found out that this man, who only existed because of your psychological disorder, wasn't real. He got angry but didn't do anything. After saying this, the sounds and images of your family's fire disaster came to your mind for no reason, which was an indication of what he did. This man, who was just a figment of your imagination, looked like a cross between an angel and a devil, and you didn't know how he did it, like he was a real living wizard.

"Don't you still want me, angel?"

He was looking at you with a sarcastic grin, he knew you were hurting. You knew what he would do to you if you told him one more time that you didn't want him.