"Die in front of me."

The voice was so low it was chilling. Uijae’s eyes widened. It was a language he understood, but he couldn’t immediately process the words. Sa-young intertwined his fingers with Uijae’s.

"I’ll watch over you until the moment you stop breathing."

"…"

"Don’t even think about dying alone."

It was a soft threat. Uijae opened his mouth to speak but could only manage to silently form words. Finally, he let out the one question filling his mind.

"Why?"