*Everything Falls Apart*

Everyone's eyes were drawn to the spilling grape juice. The message was clear: waking up Lee Sayoung forcibly was not an option. Baewonwoo, desperate for answers, asked hurriedly, "Then when will he wake up? Can you predict that?"

"How would I know? I'm not a fortune-teller. This is all about Lee Sayoung's soul. It's up to him!" Hong Yeseong snapped, throwing his hands in the air in exasperation.

"Even though you're the so-called 'heaven-sent genius, the greatest craftsman'?" Baewonwoo pressed, trying for some hope.

"Ah~ I can't hear you, I can't hear you," Hong Yeseong mocked, covering …