Rᴜɪɴᴇᴅ - Wᴏᴏꜱᴀɴ

Two - Who are you?

San  Wooyoung

San remained in the same prison cell for a few days now, it wasn't one with metal bars running from the top to the bottom. No, in fact it was one of those that had a large metal door that seemed to have a width of 4 inches. It was quite thick to say the least. There was a whole in the centre for his food, drinks, clothes etc. There was no windows at all, only a small air gap at the top right hand corner. His cell was no bigger than that of a little kid's room.

He would have frequent conversation with his cell guard Song Mingi. The conversations were very one sided though. San would be the one doing the talking and Mingi remained quiet, with his back to him. He never replies at all, sometimes San wonders if he even has a tongue.

Whilst San was in the midst of having a conversation, his guard cell turned around ever so slightly and looked at him through the air hole on the door, before uttering "You have a visitor"

San raised his eyebrows at that statement as he thought 'I have a visitor?' He got up and prepared himself it was always the same routine, he placed his hands through the food hole and waited for Mingi to place handcuffs on him, not one, but several different types. The door opened and San stepped out, his eyes adjusting on the bright light coming from the outside

He glanced at the tall man leading him to god knows where. His cell guard. He must have been at least 180 cm maybe even taller. He had jet black hair, he wore a whole black outfit from top to bottom.

"Hey" San called. Mingi continued walking, his hand was holding some of his chains "Answer"

Mingi pulled San into a room and pushed him in "We're here". He closed the door and waited outside. San looked around the room, it was empty, really empty. The only thing that brought it to life is the chair that was placed in front of a large see through wall.

San walked over and sat himself down on the chair, his chains and handcuffs shaking, the sound it made filled the silence of this empty room.

His eyes wondered and surveyed every single corner of it, there was nothing. No camera. He slid his hand underneath the edge of the table for any device. Nothing there

Suddenly the door on the other side of the see through glass, opened and a handsome man walked in, San slumped back in his chair and eyed the pretty man. He seemed to have caught his attention and with a slight nod, the man took a seat.

"So..." The man said. "My name is Jung Wooyoung I'm a psychologist"

'Jung wooyoung huh?'  He thought 'pretty name for a pretty boy'

San heard the sound of paper. He glanced over at Wooyoung and saw that he had a whole bunch of folders in front of him. Wooyoung lifted his head up and looked at San.

"So your name is Choi San?" He asked

San smiled and shrugged. Wooyoung paid no attention and continued looking through papers.

"Do you mind telling me why you are here?" Wooyoung spoke up yet another time. His voice was quite soft and brought a sense of peace to San.

San remained silent. He didn't know if they had placed some sort of recording device on Wooyoung's side and he was definitely not willing to talk to these people.

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San  Wooyoung

Wooyoung felt quite uncomfortable being in a room with a criminal. He'd seen the horrors this murderer had inflicted on the public. And he'd definitely had his own fair share of problems that were caused by this monster.

Of course he knew he had no right to be prejudice against anyone he met, however there was something about this man that made him feel quite uneasy.

He'd never seen a criminal so tied up, he resisted the urge to count just how many handcuffs and chains that had put on him.

The moment he stepped into this room, he felt a heavy energy coming from this room, he shook it off as his mind playing tricks on him but now, he wasn't so sure.

San had not torn his eyes off Wooyoung for even a second, and of course Wooyoung utterly hated that feeling. He didn't like the way he was looking at him, as if Wooyoung was his next victim.