Yeosang woke up in an unknown room, in an unknown house. All was there was a note saying that he has five days to try and escape. Doesn't sound hard, right?
Well, if you include monsters, difficult tasks, a demon, a vampire hiding many secrets, and...
~ The pink haired human woke up to the sound of a low voice softly calling his name.
"Yeosang, wake up. Yeosang."
The said human groaned at the soft, but insistent voice. He blinked open his eyes to see the red haired demon smiling softly at him.
"Good morning," he whispered.
"Morning," the human whispered back, rubbing his eyes groggily.
"How are you feeling?"
"Fine, I guess."
Mingi nodded, shuffling back to let the human sit up. He took a hold of his hand, helping him up to his feet. Yeosang let out a small noise of surprise, dark spots appearing in his vision. His joints cracked as he familiarizes himself with moving his limbs.
Damn, did I sleep that well?
He had not recalled having any dreams or difficulties sleeping after tossing about for an hour or so. His memory fogs up when he tries to remember what had caused him to sleep so peacefully. His mind only remembers a soothing touch toying with his hair, and that was it. It was uncanny, really.
Mingi, who noticed his drowsiness, carefully led him to the bathroom and opened the door for him, revealing a softly illuminated little room with a wooden floor and pale yellow walls. A sink with a mirror and a toilet bowl lay on one side of the room, while an oakwood bathtub filled with steaming water lay on the other.
The demon hands him a pile of neatly folded clothes, ones that the human did not remember seeing. He also handed a pale towel, making the human wonder why he was given so much white.
"I have prepared a bath for you." Mingi stated, a warm smile still inscribed on his face.
"Oh. Um. Thanks." Yeosang muttered, taking the clothes from him.
"Let me know if you need anything," the demon whispered before closing the door.
Yeosang sighed heavily, setting the pile of clothes down near the bathtub. He began to strip, being careful not to shift around too much.
There was dried blood and filth smearing his body and his pink hair still had black stains all over it. A few cuts and bruises littered on his arms, legs, and neck. The bite mark was the most prominent.
The gauze around his waist was bloody and worn as he peeled it off his skin. The wound hiding underneath was a gaping mouth of dried blood and he hissed when it came in contact with the water.
Yeosang exhaled, sinking deeper into the water. A brief feeling of exhaustion crashed over him, even though he had slept the whole night.
He took his time cleaning himself, washing his hair and his skin with a sweet-smelling soap, one he couldn't really decipher. Soon enough, the water turned slightly brown with a hint of red.
