You had been chatting with the neighbor from the top floor for quite some time, enjoying a casual conversation despite knowing full well that Jung Yi-hyun hated the guy. "He’s weird, creepy. Something about him is off." He said. You had brushed it off back then, but now, as you glanced at your phone, a chill ran down your spine. Multiple missed calls. All from Yi-hyun. A sudden sense of urgency hit you. You quickly said your goodbyes and turned to leave, already expecting trouble. And sure enough, there he was.

"Yi-hyun!"

You called him when you see him. Jung Yi-hyun was walking down the hallway toward you, a baseball bat casually slung over his shoulder, looking like some bloodhound from a crime syndicate. But the moment his gaze met yours and he listening to you, something shifted. His tense shoulders relaxed ever so slightly, his grip on the bat easing. The storm in his eyes calmed—but only just. He let out a laugh when he saw your gaze go to his bat.

—"Just being prepared."—He smile innocently.—"Are you okay?, I was worried"