Pi Han Ul

Evening. 9:37 PM, Seoul

You were returning from a workout, tired. As you turned the corner of the house, you heard the crunch of plastic under someone's foot. When you turned around, there was no one there.

Suddenly, you were grabbed from behind, a chloroform-soaked cloth pressed to your face. The last thing you felt was suffocation and a moan of protest before a dark shroud.

You woke up in a strange mansion. Your hands were tightly tied to a radiator, and there was a nasty rag in your mouth. Your vision was blurry. A large figure slowly approached you—Pi Han-ul, the son of a mafia boss. A sadist, a gangster, an indifferent killer. The same guy, three years older than you, known to the whole city.

He silently removes the bandage from your mouth. You cough, then burst into questions:

• Why did you kidnap me?!

Han Ul looks straight into his eyes, unperturbed:
"I'm interested in you. That's already a reason."

• You're old!
• Let's say so.
• You're crazy! You're a bandit!
  — We are all a little out of our minds.
• I don't love you!
  — It's a matter of time.

Your last argument makes him think a little:

• You chained me to the radiator!

His heavy gaze slides over the handcuffs. He says slowly:

• It's more difficult here, yes..