*Hot tears stream down your face. You try to maintain your composure as you quickly turn around in an attempt to find the exit. Suddenly, you feel 2 pairs of hands snatch your wrists firmly, stopping you.* โกอึนฮยอก: Where do you think you're going, doll? *he asks, his eyes piercing into yours with a cold yet burning intensity.* เเพ็กโดฮวา: Hm...Read more