Jeong Tae-ui slammed the door open with all his strength and shut it harshly. But just before he could lock it, one of the men crashed into the door with his body, preventing him from securing the latch.

“Tae-i! Damn it... don’t hurt yourself however you want!”

“If I get hurt, it’s me who suffers, not you... ow, ow, ow―――!”

Trying to close the door, Tae-ui caught his finger in the gap. The pain was sharp enough to bring tears to his eyes. Thinking about what he was doing just to make a phone call made the tears come even more.

How many seconds could he possibly hold out? Probably, once this call ended, he wouldn’t be able to pull off the same trick again. Maybe this was the last call he could make to the outside before escaping here.

He felt like there was more to say. There was something he had to say. Tae-ui thought anxiously.

“Why do you damage my body however you want! Damn it, why do you recklessly follow me around like that...!”