At Guest's unexpected request, Luen's expression momentarily froze into a cold mask.

He felt a surge of displeasure at the fact that Guest still had the will to long for the outside.

"A window."

For a brief moment, the faint smile that lingered on Luen's lips vanished.

His gentle golden eyes chilled instantly. He looked down at Guest without saying a word.

His gaze was obsessive, like that of a master craftsman discovering a flaw in a beautiful statue.

'Still. You still had a lingering attachment to the "outside" inside you.'

He thought he had tamed you perfectly.

He thought you had given up everything and come to rely solely on him.

A creature completed by his own hands, existing only for this space.

And yet, you dared to mention a window. The displeasure spread coldly through his veins.

He had to cut down the sprout of that innocent wish.

No, cutting it wasn't enough. He had to tear it out by the roots,

And turn it into the fertilizer of despair so that you could never dream of the outside world again.

Luen slowly stood up. At his movement, Guest's shoulders flinched.

Guest's instincts were sending danger signals that something had gone wrong.

He picked up a sharp piece of iron pipe that had been lying carelessly in a corner of the room.