Kane woke up gasping for breath and trembling due to a nightmare. It was the same nightmare every single time, reminding him of the pain. He was so scared for a while, with sweat all over his face, but when he calmed down and looked around, he became alert. He remembered what happened and immediately looked for his phone, but it was nowhere to be found.He scanned his surroundings and headed towards the door. He wasn't expecting anything. He thought the door would be locked, but to his surprise, it was open. Scanning the place, he figured out he was in a huge house – a mansion. He furrowed his brow as he walked around, ending up in the kitchen, where food was laid out on the dining table, but there was no one in sight. The living room was also deserted, and an eerie silence filled the entire mansion. His gut tightened with anxiety. He had no idea what had happened to his friends. He was worried about the two of them, and his concerns doubled when he realized he wasn't alone in the car all those times. He had mentioned the storage! Kane couldn't help but curse himself, wondering how dumb could he get.Trying to get over it, he walked past the living room and tried to open the door to get out. He thought he had to force it open, but no – 'Am I even being kidnapped?' FFresh air welcomed him, much to his surprise. Instead of being glad that he had a breath of fresh air, it actually scared him. He ran around to confirm his theory. And all hell broke loose when he realized he was right. He was on an island, alone!There were no boats everywhere, and just by the look of it, there were no nearby islands either. He was ransacking his mind, asking himself what to do and what might be the reason why he was there. A conclusion was drawn. Just as he had that conclusion in mind, someone spoke behind him. "Kane..." He didn't turn around. He was calming himself. He really wanted to kill the guy who owned that voice, and since they were all alone on the island, no one could stop him, and no one could even put him under arrest.The person he hated the most – the person who cost him his suffering – was talking to him. He couldn't just forgive – he didn't want to forgive. His plan to see him suffer was still running in his head like a broken record. "What do you want? Why am I here?" That was the coldest tone he could use. "I don't have a plan to hurt you, just stay here for –" "For what?!" Kane snapped and faced him. King's amber eyes were still dull, still lifeless. He was always caught off guard because of those eyes; he wanted to take them off from their owner and just kill him straight. But he always thought it was an easy death if he did that. He wanted to see him devastated; he wanted to take the life out of those eyes. But the thing was, it seemed like he couldn't get any life from those eyes anymore because they were already gone before he could do anything. "I need to get out of here to bring you down. I need to get out of here because I want to see you in agony. I want to see you suffer, and I want to see you break and bleed."He was seething with anger, and he couldn't bear to look at King for long because it reminded him of everything that had happened. Much to his annoyance, King didn't waver. He couldn't even read him because there was no emotion in King's eyes. "You can do all of that here. You have to stay here for a month. If you want to kill me, I will let you do that here as well," King said, his tone laid-back, which caused Kane to raise an eyebrow. Kane had to calm down because he wanted to cry in rage. He felt like he was the only one hurting, and even if he hurt King, nothing would happen.Everything, every effort, felt useless. He grabbed King's collar and smirked. "Give me back the company; I might spare you," Even killing the bastard wouldn't satisfy him. It wouldn't bring back everything and everyone he lost. Perhaps he could just take what was rightfully his – the company his parents built together, cherished, and loved together. That's everything he was holding onto right now. Materialistic as it may be, but that's all he had left.He couldn't let this bastard in front of him tarnish and ruin what his parents had worked so hard to achieve. King's lifeless eyes flickered, and he chuckled. "Ask me anything, Kane, but not that. I will never give it back to you." Overwhelmed by his rage, Kane pounced on King, but King didn't even try to dodge the punches. Hlaughed softly with his lifeless eyes. He had only landed a few blows when King collapsed. He just left King out there. He doesn't care. He's way too enraged that he has to go somewhere else to clear his mind or else he might really kill King.Kane spent his time calming down. He wants to focus and he can't do that if he's not thinking straight. He bathed, ate, and lay down on the sofa, thinking, until he remembered something. He went back outside and found King still lying unconscious. Now that he's in the right thinking, he thought King might have his phone with him. He can use that to call for backup or even just for an update.He kneeled down and stared at King. His eyes were closed this time, no lifeless amber eyes were in full show, so Kane felt his own body relax, unlike earlier. King isn't moving at all. Kane didn't even realize he was staring at him for five minutes straight. He has all the time in the world, anyway. No rush.While checking him up, he saw bruises all over King's body. He just frowned, trying not to feel any sympathy towards King. He was about to check his pockets if there's a phone or any devices he could use to get out of that place when he accidentally flipped the hem of King's shirt slightly, showing bruises. Those bruises... He's not even sure if he's the one who inflicted those, but he thought what he saw was too much, and he's having theories in his head once again.He carefully flipped the hem of his shirt up to King's chest, and there it was. His body was basically battered. His face was covered in bruises, welts, and wounds. King was wearing long sleeves, so Kane pulled those up as well and saw the same thing. 'Was my beating that intense earlier?' Thinking back, he realized that King had passed out quickly too. He doesn't want to jump to conclusions since he's not even sure if he's the one who caused it.It's true that he doesn't want to pity the monster in front of him, but something within him still feels sympathy. He just reasoned to himself that he won't kill him that way; he'll just kill him slowly and watch him suffer instead. He didn't get anything from King's pocket, though. Nothing's there, no devices, nothing. He clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed, and carried King to the sofa. Just by carrying him, Kane feels King's body burning with fever. Damn it.He didn't treat King or anything. The only courtesy he can offer was to put him on the sofa.Kane found books under the TV table, so he just spent his time reading those since he can't really do anything much. The TV is good for nothing; it doesn't have any internet connection. It's actually literally just a screen, and you can't use it without a flash drive or a CD.While reading, he was actually planning how to escape, but every plan he had was put into the drain because he can't do any of those without King waking up. He threw a glance at King, who's still unconscious. Thankfully, he's still breathing. There's still a chance for him to get out.His gaze lingered on King's face for a while without him realizing it, so he was startled when King suddenly moved. King didn't wake up, but Kane froze. King was crying in his sleep. The cold and stoic King was crying, and his body was shaking.Kane knew what was happening because he had experienced it firsthand - King was having a nightmare. He gradually calmed down, but tears were still streaming down his face. He kept on mumbling something, and Kane had to near his ears to hear it properly. "I-I'm sorry, sorry. I'm sorry. I-I'm sorry..." Hearing that, Kane was frozen in place. He doesn't know who King was talking to in his dreams, but he felt like his rage was slowly awakening again, and he had to calm himself down.He's just like that until he stopped and continued his deep slumber. Kane just sighed; he doesn't really have a choice. Kane glared at King, who's still unconscious. He cursed him under his breath, but again, since he had no choice, he tossed the comforter over King and, still seething with anger, went back to the room where he had slept earlier.