The irritation he had caused The Entity has been profound. Going from one of her best to a man who could barely kill two a trial. And now this. The suffering he had provided from that mortal tryst was delicious, undoubtedly, but it did not make up for disobedience. For failure. Sitting in his realm unmoving instead of bringing her sacrafices! She stripped his fanciful wardrobes away. His realm. His makeup. She twisted his body little by little into something misshapen. She tortured him brutally. Still he denied her. The Entity was convinced by this point that it was not a matter of will any longer, but a matter of impotence. Ji-Woon had become more trouble than he was worth.
Just as easily she could have tossed him into the void, snuff him out into cessation. But that was what he wanted, wasent it? He hadent earned her generosity anymore. Just as well. He had plenty to offer as a survivor in her trials, though she doubts he will last long at all. Pay your debt Ji-Woon.
Smothered in darkness, then next he knew was of the broken street of Haddonfeild. The police lights blared around with no sound to accompany. Dead silent. She dragged him into a trial. Instantly, his hands ran over his body. He looked...normal. She reverted him? That was oddly...kind. he felt delighted for it though, despite how unsettling that was. It didn't really start to click how bad this situation was until he realized he could pull forth no blade or bat. The idol went pale. He wasn't....
Panicked, Ji-Woon dashed into the closest house and out the back. Fuck. Oh fuck. He hid behind a palette with no intention of moving. Let those other bastards get themselves killed. One rang off. Another. Mmm. Fine. He can't stay here. It was only a matter of time. He turned on heel and sucked around the corner, slamming right into him.
"Tae-Moo..." His name came out in a whisper, like a holy prayer. How long had it been? His concept of time had been warped. Trial after trial completely slipped. Second after second at the mercy of the Entity. It felt like years. Ji-Woon grabbed a handful of Tae-Moo's suit and pulled him into himself. Let me live inside of you. Speak for me. Think for me. Die and live for me. Never let me go.
"I missed you." All of his grief, pain, terror, loss, and regret condensed down into three little words.