Dragging my tired body, I climbed over the wall and entered the building. Going down the filthy stairs, I reached a bathroom with the lights off. I shuffled along and leaned my forehead against a broken mirror that barely reflected anything. I hated the thousands of reflections of Go Yohan in the mirror, distorted by the grime.

“Why are your eyelashes so long? How obnoxious.”

This made a shadow over my eyes, which only made it worse. I also hated my thin hair, which curls up slightly when it gets wet. My sunken eyes were horrifying, and my features—needlessly large, casting shadows—were disgusting.

As I leaned my forehead against the mirror, I felt a shudder from somewhere behind me, like a muffled groan skittering along the wall and hitting my skin. Ah, ahh… Ahh. Ahh… Ahh, ahh, aahh! Screaming! I poked my lower lip out, glaring at my reflection in the broken mirror.

“Who the hell’s mating in this trash heap... all kinds of bugs are probably crawling in every hole.”

It’s like all abandoned buildings where no one rents. The owner probably gave up hope long ago. So, even if his stuff is full of trash, sex, cigarettes, alcohol, and violence, he wouldn’t know. Didn’t Han Junwoo say something like that? He first had sex in the middle school bathroom.

But did that bastard really think about having sex in a place like this?