The red wine engulfed on an empty stomach started to make its way straight to Se Ah's already-clouded brain. Yang Min Seok's suite was just one floor up and yet, her incredibly heavy legs made it seem like she was walking through the mud. Moreover, the strange, unfathomable presence she has been sensing all this time, was lingering around once again, stirring up all kinds of paranoid thoughts inside her head.
'There is no way he would be following me around after that... It's all in my head.'
When the elevator door opened with an unusually loud "ding", Se Ah walked up to the tall black room door and started knocking, almost banging her fists on its cold metal surface, and when she felt a strange sense of sadness when no one responded, the door finally swung open, and she saw Yang Min Seok, wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist looking at her with a look filled with both contempt and worry.
"Yoon Se Ah? What are you doing here?"
