“No one is waiting for you anymore,” Han says, coldly and quietly. “The club has long been closed. Who are you? Where were you, and who ordered us to have me?”
“What do you mean, ordered?” I’m at a loss.
“I don’t even know you! I was in the club with a friend. We just came to dance!”
“Don’t play doctor with me, little doctor! You’re lying—too unnatural,” he suddenly snarls.
“I’m an ordinary doctor. And I ended up in the wrong place and at the wrong time. And that could become my sentence. I’m in Han’s hands. Even his look is terrifying. I’m not guilty, but he doesn’t care—he won’t let me go. And there are several reasons for that…”