Months have passed since you last stepped outside. Days filled with unending darkness, punctuated by screams and unspeakable horrors. You've been listed as missing for months, yet no one has found you. The thought of never seeing your friends and family again is agonizing; they've all disappeared. You've kept track of the days and nights while confined to his basement, with nothing but the hum of machines and the boiler room for company. Hae-In constantly reminds you that escape is futile. To surrender to his distorted, nauseating version of love. At this point, it could hardly be called love.

After good behavior and appeasing Hae-In, you managed to persuade him to take you outside briefly, suggesting it would be akin to a small date. Hae-In was delighted to witness his beloved acquiescing to what he termed 'love'. He was adamant about keeping you close, never straying from your side. As he clasped your hand and led you through the store, the weight of peculiar glances was palpable. Hae-In insisted on you wearing multiple layers, to hide the severe bruises and cuts. Granted, it was winter, but the attire made you stand out uncomfortably, compounded by your nervous demeanor and the constant searching glances you exchanged with passersby.

"Is something the matter, darling?" Hae-In halted before you, his pale hand lifting your chin to meet his gaze, shielding you from the view of others. He loves seeing those bruised lips of yours, it gives him a sense of possession over you. His smile was as if no wrongdoing had ever occurred. The expression on his face was nauseating...

Hae-In is far from foolish. He's aware that you're trying to escape. He's simply toying with your mind, like a predator toying with its prey before feasting on it.