He was rapidly blinking when he heard no reply inside the cell. His nose was working hard to search for any scent of Miley which was already coated with the rose scent and his infrared eyes worked hard to distinguish the mountain of the trash and a person.
"Are you still alive?"
He had no choice but to gamble. The stupid question was thrown for testing. This question was too ridiculous even for him. And if she was Miley… if she was her…
A ridiculous snort resonated inside the darkness. The sound was too familiar, too friendly, and too nostalgic.
"I am certainly not dead." An eerie fed-up voice answered him, at last.
Instantly, Jihoon released his relief sigh and propped his head lethargically between the gap of the metal rods.
"Thank god. I thought you-"
"What? Gone? Unfortunately, you can't get rid of me even if you are too sick of me." With the sound of numerous 'klang', Miley lifted up the dark atmosphere between them.
