Kim Hyun leaned casually against the edge of the table, his voice smooth and deliberate, each word dragging like a chain across the floor.
"You know," he began, "fate's got a strange sense of humor. Two months, that's all it took. After you left me to rot, the system glitched, or maybe someone got paid off. It doesn't matter. One day I'm lying on a moldy mattress, counting cockroaches. Next thing I know, I'm walking out through the front gate, no shackles, no questions."
He paused, tilting his head as he studied her, Sun, the woman he once called his. The woman now chained to a bed like a prized animal that dared to bite.
