His eyes widened, and his skin paled. Whatever this was, whoever this was, he didn't like it. Not one bit.
The figure approached him, their steps almost soundless, until they were finally inches apart. Wooyun stayed rooted to the ground, unable to move his body. His eyes were fixed on the figure, which he now realized was the female protagonist. Han Seo-yoon. Her head tilted to the side as she called out for him again. "So you are the one who stole my body."
Though her tone was light, Wooyun could detect some animosity in her voice. His brows creased with confusion.
"You stole something that doesn't belong to you. Return it. Return it. RETURN IT NOW!"
Wooyun flinched. Her voice went from soft and soothing to shrill and piercing. It was bone-chilling. Wooyun wouldn't be surprised if he was bleeding out of his ears on account of his eardrums bursting. Welp. The crap has literally been scared out of me. What the fuck am I supposed to do now? Just stand here and take this?
