Formless

Woo Heeun crouched behind a wooden box. His thin body was completely hidden in the shadow cast by the boxes stacked above him.

*Thud*

“Aaaagh—!”

He squeezed his eyes shut. That dull sound of something being struck, followed by a piercing scream, how many times had it repeated now? Four times? Five? His curled-up body trembled as he hugged his knees tightly.

“Uugh… P-please, spare me…”

“Are you ready to talk now?”

A low voice spoke.

“Y-yes. I’ll tell you everything, just… please spare me…”

“Shh. Only say what’s necessary.”

A soft voice, strangely out of place in this situation.

Heeun knew the owner of that voice.

The man brutally torturing someone right now was the very person he had been stalking.