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Felix sat on his hospital bed, staring blankly at the wall as he lost himself in thought. It had been a week since the incident, and he hadn't seen or heard from Rowoon. Not a single visit, not a single call. Felix had tried calling him, but it was like Rowoon had disappeared off the face of the earth.

Every time Felix brought up Rowoon's name, Min-Soo would brush it off, saying he was busy or trying to change the subject. Felix's frustration grew with each passing day. Why was Rowoon avoiding him?

Today was the day Felix was supposed to be discharged from the hospital, and he had been hoping against hope that Rowoon would come to see him. He had been counting down the hours, his heart racing with excitement.

But as the door swung open, Felix's heart sank. It wasn't Rowoon standing in the doorway, but Min-Soo and his best friend, Jae-Hyun. Felix's face fell, and he felt a pang of disappointment.

He had been so sure that Rowoon would come. He had been trying to get hold of him since the incident, but it was like Rowoon had erected a wall around himself.

Felix remembered the first day he had tried to call Rowoon, his hands shaking as he dialed the number. But it had gone straight to voicemail. Felix had left a message, hoping against hope that Rowoon would call him back.

But the call never came.

The next day, Felix had tried again, but this time, the number was unreachable. Felix had felt a surge of panic, wondering if something had happened to Rowoon.

As the days went by, Felix's anxiety grew. He had tried contacting Rowoon through every means possible - phone, email, social media - but there was only silence.

Min-Soo had been tight-lipped about Rowoon's whereabouts, and Felix's frustration had grown with each passing day. Why was Rowoon avoiding him?

Now, as Felix looked at Min-Soo and Jae-Hyun standing in the doorway, he felt a wave of disappointment wash over him. He had been so sure that Rowoon would come.

"Hey, buddy," Jae-Hyun said, breaking the silence. "Ready to go home?"

Felix forced a smile, trying to hide his disappointment. "Yeah, I'm ready."

But as he stood up, his eyes scanned the doorway, hoping against hope that Rowoon would appear.

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The hospital room was dimly lit, the only sound the steady beep of the heart monitor. A figure stood in the shadows, speaking in hushed tones to the person lying on the bed.

The patient's face was bandaged, his eyes hidden from view. But his chest rose and fell with each breath, a sign that he was alive.

"Rowoon's been going on a rampage since the incident," the figure said, their voice barely above a whisper. "He's been tearing the city apart,

The patient's chest rose higher, his breathing quickening. The figure leaned in closer, their voice taking on a conspiratorial tone.

"I've never seen him like this before. He's like a man possessed, driven by a singular focus. Nothing's going to stop him when ever he is like this.

The patient's bandaged face twitched, a faint groan escaping his lips. The figure's eyes narrowed, their gaze intensifying.

"You know Rowoon's reputation. He's not someone to be trifled with. He is not going to rest until he finds you.

The patient's chest rose and fell with increasing rapidity, his breathing growing more labored. The figure's eyes glinted in the dim light, their expression unreadable.

"I'm just warning you," they said, their voice dripping with menace. "You'd do well to remember that."

The figure straightened, their eyes glinting in the dim light. "And your sister...she can't be found. I don't know if she's with Rowoon, but if she is..."

The figure's voice trailed off, leaving the implication hanging in the air. He turned to leave, his movements swift and silent.

"Make sure to guard the door well," he instructed their men, their voice low and urgent. "I don't want any unexpected visitors."

With that, the figure disappeared into the shadows, leaving the patient to ponder their ominous words.