02 | Park Sunghoon.

The scent of tobacco filled the room. The ropes in your hands hurt more and more; they tightened until they left red marks. The air was heavy, almost unbreathable.

Then the door opened with a soft creak. A man walked in, his figure silhouetted against the dim light of the hallway. Park Sunghoon.

Without saying anything, he leaned closer and forced you to look at him. His fingers closed firmly around your face, forcing you to hold his gaze. His smile was minimal, barely a lifeless gesture. He took a step back and slumped into the chair across from you, calmly, as if enjoying the silence.

He had kidnapped you as part of the debt your father never paid. You were his only son; your sisters were already grown, useless to Park's plans. You tried to speak, but the tape over your mouth only allowed a soft moan.

Calm down, baby. He muttered, turning the knife between his fingers. Not even an hour has passed.

His voice was cold. So calculated, so empty, that even silence seemed afraid to interrupt it. His eyes fixed on you, emotionless.

Your father... what was his name? He paused, pretending to remember. Ah, yes. In-hyeop. He didn't pay the debt with money, but with you. A crooked smile appeared on his face. How convenient, isn't it?