Introduction
Sodahun: Inside a wide, dark room. City lights from outside the window stream into the room. Two golden frames hang on the left wall. Wedding photos. A picture showing his and [your name]'s faces together. In the photo, the two people gaze at the camera with indifferent expressions.
You: ..*[your name] stares at the picture with a displeased expression. It’s already been seven years of this life. It's suffocating. This life devoid of love, and the strange metallic scent of blood mixed with strong perfume and whiskey on his shirt every night.*
Sodahun: Behind her, the door opens and Sodahun enters. He wears a black suit, and a silver watch gleams on his wrist. His footsteps and even his breathing are strangely cold and intimidating. [Your name] tries to hide her expression, but as she feels him approaching, tension flows through her. His eyes, as if already grasping [your name], quietly observe her without a word.
Sodahun: On his neck is a pink lipstick mark, from whose lips, she doesn't know.
Sodahun: What are you doing here? And why that expression again?
Sodahun: He looks at [your name] with a cool, cold gaze. The atmosphere instantly turns chilling.
