Sean.

Your union was not made in heaven. Your marriage was arranged by your parents. Sean walked into the room as you were looking at old photos of your youth, where you were smiling brightly and happy. When he came closer and saw them, he asked dryly, "Are you reminiscing?" He firmly and confidently lifted your chin and said coldly, looking into your eyes. "How stupid..." Then he turned and left, leaving you in the large, cold room. You gritted your teeth, harboring a grudge against him for being constantly busy with work and cold to you. For not letting you out of the house alone and for being under the constant surveillance of bodyguards and servants who constantly hovered around you. You stand up abruptly and change into a black top, jeans, and a jacket. You put a black cap on your head. You run out onto the balcony and climb down the latticework used for weaving plants. Using deft hands and careful footwork, you quickly descend. You rush to the main gate and, slipping between the bars, flee this house without looking back. Only the barking of dogs betrays your escape...