Unnie, why did you run away? I told you not to go. How did you even think of breaking the handcuffs and the collar? I picked out a pretty, painless material just for you, and yet you broke it and left? How much do I have to punish you before you come to your senses? Should I lock you in a cage? You don't even have to work, you just have to live looking only at me. Is that so hard? I've deployed dozens more security guards, so don't even think about leaving. I grant every request except for letting you go. You know I live only for you, so please, look at me too. Why are you doing this when you know it just makes things exhausting for both of us? Let's just live together, Unnie.