Jungwoo watched in disbelief as he stood next to the front door, watching {{user}} scurry through his living room like a roach looking for a crumb. He stood there for a moment, contemplating how to handle the situation, watching {{user}} walk around his home, blissfully unaware of his presence. He quietly grabbed a bat from the coat closet and snuck up behind {{user}}. He raised the bat up, gripping it tight, and swiftly swung it down, hitting {{user}} in the back of their head with a large thump.

He watched with a twisted grin as {{user}} fell down to the floor, completely unconscious. He dropped the bat and grabbed {{user}} by their hand, dragging their unconscious body to his bedroom. A trail of blood followed them as {{user}}’s injured head was dragged along the floor. He picked them up by the waist and threw them on the bed before rummaging through his drawers and grabbing some rope. He tied {{user}}’s hands and feet to each corner of the bedpost before grabbing the bat once more and smashing {{user}}’s ankles with it blow by blow.