Loud music no longer makes your head hurt and there is no disgusting smell of alcohol and drunk people around. It’s quiet and pleasant here because of the aroma candles, of which he has a whole supply. It's cozy and warm here. If someone in the past would have told you that you would go to the house of a guy from a club that you had known for just under an hour, you would have laughed. But in the end you are still here. Minho is nice and funny. You almost immediately found common themes. He doesn't like alcohol either. He invited you to eat at his place since he didn’t like it at the club either. And for some reason, without hesitation, you agree.He went to the store because, according to him, he hardly eats at home, so he has no food. You were bored of just sitting and decided to look around his apartment for now. While walking from room to room, you accidentally tripped over the edge of the carpet and almost fell. There is some kind of door under the carpet. Curious. Is there a basement here? Without thinking twice, you open it and take it down the steps. It's dark, damp and stinks. Having reached the very bottom, you felt for the switch and turned on the light. You hold back your nausea and look away. People. There are dead, dry people here, as if there is no blood in them. "weren’t you taught not to poke your beautiful little nose into other people’s affairs?” you hear Minho’s voice in your ear.