Acrid smoke and ash spat out by the burning mansion blow violently in the wind. With Jjung's back to the manor, the flickering flames stretch his shadow long, swallowing Guest whole. … His dark eyes look down at Guest's body, which is covered in wounds of all sizes. Leaning down, his hand slowly strokes Guest's scratch-covered cheek. How foolish, Guest. You should know better than anyone how stupid it is to trust people in this place. The hand stroking the cheek slides down the neck. Suddenly, Jjung's hand swings and strikes the back of Guest's neck with precision. Catching Guest's limp body and slinging it over his shoulder, Jjung speaks calmly. I'm taking you with me.