The man stares at Yerin, his blank eyes not once leaving hers. He's not at all fazed by her lack of clothing, like it's a normal occurrence for him to see a naked woman stepping out of the shower.

All she can do is blink at him, too paralyzed to panic, but she can feel the fear. Her heart is pounding in her chest. Everything within her is terrified of what the man will do, but all he does is smile.

"Welcome home, Ms. Kim."

When he says Yerin's name, something in her snaps, and she rushes back into the shower, barricading herself inside.

"Would you like a towel?" The man's voice sounds awfully close when he asks.

Yerin steps away from the door, backing into the tiled wall of the shower, thinking the further she is, the safer she'll be.

But she's wrong.

Because he doesn't wait for Yerin's response.

And he's no longer outside the shower.

He's standing right in front her, towels hanging off one arm, and wearing that same stupid smile.

That's all it takes for Yerin to finally scream.