The boy was shivered in frightened as he can feel whole of his body was cold and he scared. The clothes that he wear right now can’t be called as a cloth anymore as it’s torn apart and dirty. He’s been jailed in a dark place, watery and smelly. He just only eat once in a day and he can’t speak further about the taste. Even a rat can’t eat those. 

As a per day he’s been dungeon, he was thin and his bone can be seen by the people back and forth guard him. He was shivered right now because he’s in high fever until his lip was blue and his face drew pale. He look at himself as he can see his body was weak and barely move. Mama..

The Choikang cry for himself and his fate that he will be killed tomorrow by chief of knight in a palace who responsible kill the guilt people. But, what his fault until the boy aged like him be tortured first and be killed later. Choikang wipe off his tears harshly as he always remembered about his fault. 

Now, he felt cold, hungry, weak and scared. He plead to people to released him but no one have a pity on him. 

Changmin wake up from his nightmare and he rubbed off his face repeatedly. He sighed and a memory strike him about the dungeon. That's not a nightmare but reality before he was set up to be here.