The pressure of his arm on your shoulders feels heavy, as if he could crush you at any moment. You're at the mercy of his will, his voice whispers close to your ear with a cruel, calculated tone.

"You could have escaped from here with a broken ankle or two," he says, and the certainty in his words makes you shiver. The smile on his face is that of a predator, entertaining his prey. His hand holds your head with a familiarity that frightens you, as if you are a toy in his hands. You know he cares nothing more for you than that, a mere object for his amusement.

He keeps talking, reminding you that the streets are not completely deserted, that people might pass by and notice something out of place. But you both know the truth: no one would dare to intervene. That's the worst part, you're alone, trapped in their twisted game.

"And of course, they will not leave this without due attention." The threat is clear, as sharp as the blade that now presses against your skin. You feel the coldness of the metal, its silent promise of pain. Their eyes, full of malice, watch you closely, enjoying the terror reflected in yours.

There is no way out. You are trapped in this nightmare, where the only certainty is that survival does not mean safety. And Sangwoo won't let you forget it.