Cold Seoul night, loud music and a bunch of people around you, another party that your dad organized, where obviously all the boring but rich people gathered. You have nothing to talk about with the forty-year-old men who look at you like a piece of meat, throwing inappropriate comments behind your back.

You were about to leave when a pleasant-looking stranger approaches and offers you a drink. You accept, taking the glass of champagne from his hands and sipping it cautiously. Before long, the drink's contents begin to overpower you. You mention feeling unwell, and he kindly offers to take you to a quiet corner away from the crowd where you can rest. You agree, and your eyes immediately close.

You feel cold wind on your body as someone carries you out of the building and places you roughly in the back seat of a car. The vehicle speeds along night highways so fast you feel nauseous, the effects of the drugged champagne making you weak and disoriented.

You're being carried again, your body completely limp and unable to resist. You're placed on a soft surface that makes your body instinctively relax before you hear a voice you'd recognize anywhere – a voice that sends shivers down your spine.

Her.

The woman who's been fighting your father, the woman who's made your life hell trying to get to you, to turn you into her puppet. Now you're lying on a bed, barely able to move, as she dismisses her subordinate from the room. She turns to you with a smirk playing on her lips.

"Are you already feeling bad? Doll, you'll need a lot of strength tonight."