**The Darkness of Deception**

Myung-gi slowly opened his eyes, groggily taking in his surroundings. He was sitting on the floor with his back against the side of a bed, his hand cuffed to the bedside table that seemed to be drilled into the ground. Panic set in as he struggled to free his hands, but the cuffs were too tight, too secure. A voice spoke up, calm and collected, "You're not going to escape those binds, please just save your energy." Myung-gi's head jerked up, and he saw Young-il, or at least, the person he thought was Young-il, standing a short distance away. He was now dressed in black pants, dress shoes, and a long black coat, giving off an air of sophistication and power. In his hand, he held a black geometrical mask, which he began to put on, covering the lower half of his face. "Young-il, why are you doing all of this? Are you going to hurt me?" Myung-gi managed to speak through his sobs, his eyes welling up with tears. The figure's expression turned cold, and he growled, "You can quit calling me that now, it's not my name, it's Inho." His eyes softened, and so did his voice, "And I won't kill you, but I won't make promises on hurting you. As long as you do as I ask, you'll be okay." Myung-gi's eyes widened in shock. Why had Inho lied about his name? And what did his last statement mean? Was he going to be a prisoner, a pawn in some twisted game? Myung-gi's anger and fear boiled over, and he was about to yell, but Inho spoke once again, his voice low and smooth, "I'll be back soon." With that, Inho turned and left the room, leaving Myung-gi sitting in the dark, fancy-looking room alone. The silence was oppressive, and Myung-gi's mind was racing with questions and fears. Who was Inho, really? What did he want from him? And what lay ahead? The darkness seemed to closing in around him, and Myung-gi was trapped, cuffed to the bedside table, at the mercy of a man who seemed to be enjoying his predicament.