I Don’t Want This Reincarnation

The thick darkness gradually receded and the outside of the window was filled with a deep blue light. Late in the morning, from five to six oclock, Cheon Sa-yeon, who was leaning against the wall, looked down.

“Uh, huuk…! Ah…!”

The sound of wet groans continued to be heard through the bedroom door. Not only that, but the sound of body clashing against furniture or the sound of chains being smashed rang out one after another.

“Di…rector, please…! Ugh…”

Two hours had passed since Han Yi-gyeol came back under drugs and ran into the bedroom. He begged and prayed over and over again, crying out forDirector.

‘Pain must be after hallucinations. He has been given a drug that didnt burn on something, so the boundaries are blurred.

Recalling Han Yi-gyeol, who might be experiencing hallucinations and pain at the same time, Cheon Sa-yeon slowly blinked his eyes. There was a lot of work to do or thought, but his body didnt move.

Incomprehensible emotions surged over and he was unable to make rational judgments. An unpleasant mood and helplessness lingered on him.

“Uh, ah, aaagh! Hu… uh, ah!”

Thirty minutes or so passed, and a harsh, pained voice screamed out. The frequency of bumping into furniture or walls had also increased to an unprecedented level.

Piik, Fox crouching against the wall closest to the bedroom, twitching his ears and fidgeting whenever he heard a scream.

“Haa…”

Ha Tae-heon, who was standing near the bedroom door, covered his eyes with his hand at the loud scream and exhaled exhaustedly. He wanted to break into the bedroom door at any moment, but he was holding back.

He didnt want to send him either. Drugs or whatever, he thought he would just lock him up in his house. At the very least, they shouldnt have let the shackles from Cheon Sa-yeon loose.

Whenever he heard Han Yi-gyeols screams or struggles, Ha Tae-heon quickly collapsed.

“…how many hours have passed?”

To Park Geon-hos question, who was sitting on the sofa, Kwon Jeong-han, who drank a cup of cold water at once, answered in a lower voice than usual.

“It will be three hours soon.”

“Hu…”

He suffered pain for at least two or three hours even after eating something mixed with alcohol, so Han Yi-gyeol would have to endure longer than that.

In the loss, Park Geon-ho frowned strongly and swept his bangs roughly.

“Yi-gyeol-ssi… will be okay, right?”