"Ditto. Just keep thinking, soon we'll be drinking." Gyungho's favourite little mantra he often sang when cutting up bodies and feeding them to pigs. This sucked, it was a shitty thing to do but soon it would be over and they could have some whiskey together. "He'll be fine, it's not like Cheon will kill him." Not the best but... that was something.

Ten dragged his feet into the main room and eyed up the surroundings, unsure where best to go. "Can I just go upstairs...?" Maybe he could avoid Cheon! And then climb out of the window again.