Uijae released his grip and quickly wrapped his arm around Song Joheon’s neck, choking him. Veins bulged on Song Joheon’s temples as his face turned crimson. Minggijeok, standing two steps back, silently watched. Song Joheon coughed and managed to choke out a few words.

“Why... why are you here?!”

“That’s my line. You seem pretty comfortable. What’s going on? What kind of things have you been up to?”

Uijae’s gaze roamed over Song Joheon’s body, and the closer he looked, the more horrifying it was. The patchwork skin looked worse up close, stitched together with varying textures, with some of …