Jun could feel the crisp, moist air blowing on him before he even opened his eyes. He shuddered and curled into a ball, feeling the freezing chains against his ivory-colored wrists. 

“What the hell?” Jun thought as he opened his gentle brown eyes and lifted his wrists. Almost immediately, he picked up the sound of the soft pitter-patter of rain hitting the window across from him. 

He twisted his body and he heard the clang of the metallic grey chains that bound him to a pole in front of the bed. His body felt incredibly heavy like he was a pile of cinder blocks. 

Jun let out a long sigh, lying on the mattress held up off the floor by a metal frame. Looking around, he heard the sound of people talking outside the door.

And after a short while, He heard footsteps moving closer and closer towards him. 

A tall man with black hair, pale blue phoenix-shaped eyes, and a very powerful aura stood in front of him. The man was a very dashing person, standing at around 182 cm. he stood in front of him.

The moonlight poured through the blinded window, making his pale blue eyes stand out more, "Are you alright?" He asked in a rich and pleasant voice, as he unlocked the chains on his wrist with a key he got out of his pocket.

"You were out for a very long time," He said as he kneed in front of him, setting the cuffs aside. You could hear mirth in his low, magnetic voice. Jun glared at him, his head still feeling sluggish. 

Jun felt goosebumps on his skin when the man’s eyes looked into his. “How are you feeling?’’ He inquired once again, a pure, innocent smile appearing, yet it didn't give a pure air as it should but a devilish, tempting one similar to the snake that tempted Eve. 

“Who are you?”

“Shouldn't you already know?” He asked, putting a halt to his happy face. 

Jun looked at the man suspiciously but in the end, he didn't who this was and he lowered his eyes, looking away.

… 

For the next few days, Jun was left alone to himself. Although the other person went, He never stayed for too long. He told him he’d be busy for a while. 

Jun was basically left to himself and his thoughts.

No, he had few books to keep him busy. Books and himself.

A day or two had passed since he last visited, and the man then came back. 

“How are you?” He asked, sitting on the bed next to him.

 “What do you think?’’ His voice was filled with sarcasm, closing the book in his hand. 

The man crossed his legs and leaned in closer, a smile playing across his lips. He watched Jun with keen interest before opening his mouth.

“Would you like to play with me?” His eyes were deep and the color of ice, coinciding with the curl of his lips and causing Jun to shudder.

“Aren’t I kinda forced to already?”  

Jun turned his head away, refusing to meet his gaze. The feeling that he felt when looking at them was not pleasant. He looked into their eyes and felt familiar pain, hopelessness.

Sirang leaned closer towards him, sliding his hand across the off-white blanket with his long fingers, leaning in and whispering in a smooth as butter voice, “Cmon, Why not? What do you have to lose?"

He smirked, leaning in near his ear and causing Jun to shiver from his hot breath, “Don't you believe me?” 

“Not really.’’ 

This answer seemed to amuse Sirang, his eyes slightly curved into crescents happily. This reaction only caused the suspicion in Jun’s eyes to grow. 

''I thought you'd say that.''