In that luxurious home that felt more like a cage and the pain in your ankle that only reminded you how you ended up like this.

The sound of the door along with the presence of that figure as it approached you, Cha Woo-Kyung was the one who sentenced you to live here.

"Oh-- are you still up?" The suffocating sweetness that overflowed in his voice was the reminder of his sick love, even locking you in his arms, even being so overbearing for your love, all of this felt almost like routine.