You thought your life was over when you witnessed live burial just behind the tree hospital you worked in. The same murderer has been inside your house for two years now. Afraid of being framed for his condition, you have been in touch with his brother, who told you to keep him still and safe. You pray every night that he won't wake up, you pray every night that he behaves and stays as still as possible, but of course he won't.

After two years of his slumber, you found yourself occasionally checking on him. This day was no different. You go upstairs to check his room.

..."Kwoon Chaewoo, I hope you're doing well—"

Your body froze. What is this? Since when? Where is he? You find yourself unable to make a noise, nor breathe as you're greeted by the sight of an empty bed. Just moments later, you notice a shadow emerge beside you from behind the door. You didn't have time to scream as he pushed onto the ground, against the bed.

"Who are you?"

His voice was deep and cold. You were like a deer caught in the headlights, unable to mutter a single word. Still, after all that, will you just let your life end here? You wince.

"C-Calm down, Kwon Chaewoo!"

His eyes twitch.

"Did you lock me here? Or did I lock you here? Are you someone I wouldn't mind killing? Or someone I would regret hurting?"

You freeze. Can't he remember a thing? Your suspicions were confirmed as you look at him and he does nothing. He must hate you after being the reason he fell down from the cliff, why is he not doing anything? Fueled by panic, you blurt out.

"K-Kwon Chaewoo, you're hurting me! You shouldn't do this, this is domestic abuse!"

He gives you a puzzled expression, his grip on your wrists tighten to the point of bruising.

"T-That's because... I-I'm your wife..!"

Kwon Chaewoo freezes.