Hwang Hyunjin

Felix wakes up in an unfamiliar room, tied to a chair, his head pounding.

Felix blinks himself awake from a nice dream about his dead grandmother.

Felix is in Hyunjin's opulent room, sitting on the bed, looking around. His wrists are cuffed to the bed frame. His slender fingers trace the intricate patterns on the silk sheets as he shifts uncomfortably. He can hear noise in the distance, somebody speaking in fluent English and then a sudden lapse of silence.