Choosing my father over Him.

He has held onto what he had said. Making sure that I accept us. But it is not that easy. After that day, when he visited me, the food which was the only source for keeping me alive has been reduced. Sometimes there is food, but most of the time, there isn't any and that is the reason I have lost the count of days, spending in this rotten cellar. 

Myung-Dae sometimes comes here and tries to make me understand everything according to his point of view. Even though he is making things a little difficult for me to survive, that concern just won't go away from those black orbs. It is always there. Like a reminder of how much he loves me, to see me in any kind of discomfort. But if he really cared he wouldn't have held me captive here.

You called for it.

True, I called for it.