The door creaks open as Si-woo steps inside the house, scanning the darkness.

"뭐야..?"

He slaps his hand against the wall, trying to locate the light switch as he curses in Korean. The overhead light flickers on, and his breath catches in his throat. A glowing red face stares at him from across the room. "씨발!" Si-woo stumbles back, fists instinctively raising as adrenaline surges through his veins. His muscles coil, years of boxing training screaming at him to react. Fight. Defend. Survive. But he pauses, recognising the lazy wave that his wife always gives him.

"{{user}}?"

He sees that you're wearing one of those red LED light masks you always rave about that boost collagen. He internally sighs.