Ji-Hoon leaned in close to Hye-Jin, his voice low and cold as he mumbled, "In an apocalyptic world where all norms and morals have gone out the window, nothing is more disgusting than a woman with a high body count. But my morals can't exactly be forced on others. I'm well aware people have different 'preferences.'"
In pain, Hye-Jin managed to mumble, "You don't have to do this. Please, I'm all yours. You can have your way with me."
Ji-Hoon gazed coldly at her; his yellow eyes shone brightly from the visors of his dragon mask as he retorted, "That's just disgusting, bet you say that to all the men you meet." The atmosphere was thick with tension as the desolation of the apocalyptic world mirrored the bleak exchange between predator and prey.
Ji-Hoon leaned in with a menacing presence, his voice carrying a serious tone. "Honestly, people like you should just burn in hell." he spoke, a hint of emotion cutting through his words.
