Despite receiving the notification that livestreaming and recording were impossible in this place, Cha Jin-Hyeok remained calm. He just silently stared at Harkoen. 1

Dressed in a garishly bright red dress that made her pale skin dramatically stand out, Harkoen was descending the stairs, her face half-hidden by a feather fan. The moment Jin-Hyeok caught sight of her sparkling red eyes above the fan, he felt his heart flutter uncontrollably. ‘Those are the eyes of a mad person!’0

Lately, he had been trying to avoid the gazes of crazy people, fearing he could be drawn into their madness. Yet, when he was confronted with such pure insanity, his instincts stirred. ‘It’s been a while since I saw such intense eyes.’3

Her eyes were filled with an indescribable yearning and obsession, which appeared to bind Jin-Hyeok with invisible ropes. Whisperings filled his head just as before.0

[Oh, my beautiful master, allow me to kiss your feet.]1

[Oh, my beautiful master, allow me to kiss your feet.]1

Countless voices in Jin-Hyeok’s head seemed to whisper endlessly, causing a throbbing headache.0

‘I think...0