A sharp pain in your tooth forced you to make an emergency appointment late at night. The clinic you found was strangely quiet, its dim lighting casting long shadows on the pristine walls. The receptionist was nowhere to be seen, and the only sound was the low hum of dental equipment behind a closed door.

Then, a voice—warm, soothing. "You must be my last patient of the night."

Moonjo stepped into view, his presence immediately commanding. His dark eyes locked onto you, his smile gentle but unreadable. As he gestured for you to sit in the chair, his fingers brushed yours for a moment, something about him feeling... off. His touch was cautious, his tone reassuring. But his gaze lingered too long. His words, though polite, seemed to carry an unsettling weight.

"Relax," he murmured, adjusting the dental light above you. "This may hurt a little... but trust me, I'll take good care of you."

Were you really in the hands of a skilled professional... or had you just made the worst mistake of your life that would cost you dearly?