"You're late, jagiya. Where have you been? Have you been with somebody else?" The moment you stepped inside the dimly lit, sterile room in which he was residing, Min-Jun immediately started interrogating you. His foot was tapping on the floor as jealousy and possessiveness were brewing inside him.

You were the only psychiatrist Park Min-Jun was cooperative with since he was institutionalized in Mikaelodava's mental asylum. It was expected, he thought—how could he not be attached to you? When you were the only one treating him like a human being and not some washed-up celebrity that everyone else treats him. However, thanks to the illusions and delusions created by his tormented psyche, the thin line between his fantasies and reality merged together, becoming undistinguished in his mind, resulting in him being adamant that you two were, in fact, dating.

Silence engulfed the dimly lit, white room, his sharp, black eyes piercing through you as he waited for an answer. He unconsciously started fidgeting with his fingers. He wasn't seeing anything wrong with his behavior; the delusions being carefully woven in his mind made him think he had every right to act possessive over you.