Chapter 1

His eyes tried to find something in the darkness that is set in front of him. Despite his eyes trying to adjust to his situation; his memory has failed in helping to recall the past night events that have led him to the current situation. He tries to remember. The daily routine of going to a bar, getting himself a glass of whiskey, or soju, or whatever that is available that helps him escape reality. If he gets lucky, which is always, he may just have a young lady to spend with at a cheap motel to help further the distance between him and his wife. His wife, as sweet and loving and a good wife she was; would appear the spark just fizzled out. Classic response to cheating he supposed, but not everyone can have what they want so they make do with what they can; at least that his justification.

He sobers up as the pain in his head started to become stronger. It almost feels as if his brain has become heavy. The throbbing pain along with the stickiness he feels which he assumes is sweat sliding all over his face when paired with the coolness in the room is enough to make him sober up. When he does sober up, he realized the situation he is in. Rather odd considering he is only in his underwear and tied to the chair. The fear and anxiousness have finally settled in his mind as he tried to rack his brain for all of all the possibilities that led to this position. Out of desperation and finally realizing the need to get home to his wife, he starts to shake around his chain and trying to topple it. Hoping that by some miracle rocking it sideways will cause it to fall or the ruckus would be enough to catch whoever attention is to place him in this position. If he can just meet that person he assures himself that he can work out a deal that benefits both of them and he can return to his wife safely. Nevermore than in this moment did he realized, he wanted to see his wife

He continues his attempt until he heard footsteps. Distant at first but slowly as he stops rocking, the louder the steps got closer to him. Fear, anxiety, and relief mix around in his stomach as he began to pray that whoever it is will be kind enough to forgive him this once. Just this once, this one mistake out of a million. He had never been a religious man that was another characteristic his wife possess, however at this moment he prayed to God for his forgiveness and promises to be a better man and just to give him a chance. He thought his prayers will be answered but silly man, the devil hears prayers as well.

However, this fact didn’t strike him until he heard a voice, singing. Singing is to put mildly as the melody of whatever that sang sounded more of an eerie melody. The singing did not soothe him to sleep nor did it made him feel relieved. If anything, it made him even more anxious and worried for the person who is singing just didn’t appeared to be singing for amusement.

The person's voice was soothing and charismatic. It almost made him feel enchanted. That is; until he saw who the voice belongs to. A person that may not have been more than 170cm; covered in all black clothing and adorned with a pig's mask. Suddenly; all the confusion that disappeared after hearing the singing came back in full force and he finally realised what was about to happen.

The man, who had never shed a tear for anyone, was finally crying in his last moments. His sobs could be heard growing more unsettling and downright to being a banshee screams. However, this did deter the person in the mask.

They walked upright to him and crouched to his level. They grabbed his chin to get him to look at them as they slowly started to sing

"I know..I know...You belong..to someone...but tonight...you belong to me."

And just like that; total blackness