Throughout the chapter, the lines between reality and fantasy are blurred, and it becomes difficult to distinguish between what is real and what is just a product of Bum's fevered imagination. This ambiguity creates a sense of tension and unease, leaving the reader wondering what will happen next.

Then— click .

Sangwoo is there. He isn't angry. He isn't panicked. He looks... amused. Almost bored.

Bum hears the sound of a deadbolt sliding into place. He turns around. Sangwoo is standing there, not holding drinks, but holding his keys. He isn't drunk anymore. His eyes are clear, cold, and predatory. The soft, inviting smile is gone, replaced by the flat affect of a sociopath calculating the next ten moves.