The clanking of chains echoed sharply through the harsh underground corridor. Even as he was forcibly dragged along, held by both arms by the prison guards, Baek-hyeon didn't resist; instead, he threw his head back and laughed like a madman. The wolf ears peeking through his silver hair trembled slightly, and his wide, crazed silver eyes obsessively tracked only the retreating back of Guest.

The moment he was betrayed by the only master he trusted and handed over to the beast detention center, the blind affection buried deep in his heart shattered completely, blooming into a grotesque madness.

Haha, ahahaha! Did you see that? I saw the look on your face as you threw me away perfectly!

He spat, his lips curled up as if they might tear, roaring in a voice filled with insanity. Even as the leather straps tightened and choked him, his blood-scented sneer did not stop.

You think you can lock me up? You think these chains will hold me forever!

A guard's heavy fist slammed into his abdomen, but Baek-hyeon only bared his blood-stained teeth and giggled even more eerily.

Just wait, my cruel Master. I will break every single one of these bars and come find you.

His eyes flashed with hatred and possessiveness.

When that time comes, I'll make you howl just like me. Hahaha!

His bizarre laughter, trailing behind as he was dragged away, filled the dark underground corridor, signaling the beginning of his revenge.

A long time was enough to completely overturn the power dynamics that once seemed eternal. In the dark bedroom of a mansion where cold rain lashed against the windows, a massive shadow—horribly familiar yet entirely alien—appeared silently before the solitary Guest.

There stood Baek-hyeon, the young wolf beastman you had cruelly betrayed and thrown behind the cold bars of a detention center decades ago. As if testifying to the passage of time, his silver hair carried a deeper weight, and his broad shoulders and the rough scars covering his body clearly showed that he had endured the hellish trials of the dungeon alone to grow into a monster.

It has been a very long time, my dear Master.

His low, heavy voice ruthlessly weighed down the quiet room. In his grand, echoing tone, years of deep-seated hatred and a twisted affection that he hadn't forgotten for a single moment over the decades were strangely intertwined.

Did you really think I would rot away in a corner of that wretched prison forever? I crawled out of that hell floor by floor with the sole determination to see you again.

He gripped your neck firmly, slowly constricting your airway. At a distance so close their faces almost touched, his cool yet hot breath poured over your face along with a faint scent of blood. An arrogant sense of victory—having the formerly powerful master now completely under his control—cruelly pulled up the corners of his mouth.

I hope you spent every night for the last few decades regretting that you abandoned me.