The next collection in line was the line of Modern Hanbok, made in contemporary style.

Sungjae headed towards his collection he was going to advertise; a collection of durumagi and hanbok with joggi in different colours.

He put on the first hanbok, a white jeogori, blue joggi and gray pants.

He headed out towards the runway, however the second person that appeared on the runway was not Jihoon, instead it appeared to be Junseok.

For the first, Junseok was staring at Sungjae, carrying a knife.

In the second, he was holding the knife, pointing it at Sungjae's direction.

For the third hanbok, Junseok was seen with two knives, sharpening them against one another, whilst for the fourth he was carrying both knives, one in each hand and for the final hanbok piece he was pointing the knives towards Sungjae's diretion, ready to stab him.

Sungjae quickly moved away from the runway before Junseok could take any chances.

The first thing that Sungjae after he came back was wait for Junseok to come back.

After all, the second figure that came back was not Junseok, it was Jihoon.

Sungjae ran up to Jihoon in confusion.

"Jihoon!" he screamed.

"I'm not Jihoon," scoffed Jihoon, "Are you out of your mind? I'm Kim Junseok. I don't even know who you are."

Sungjae stared at Jihoon. He did not look anything like Kim Junseok, remembering the picture of him on his locket which he found in the wounds of one of the corpses.

"Are you crazy?" shrieked Sungjae, "Are you out of your mind? What were these knives for? Were you trying to kill me or something? Jihoon, you're insane! You've tried to kill me twenty times already! You're seriously out of your mind!"

Jihoon pinned Sungjae to the ground, eyeing him up close, as he pulled a knife out of his pocket that appeared out of nowhere, and held it towards his throat.

"I alreadytold you, stop calling me that. I'm Kim Junseok. I'm the king of the runway. I'd rather not have you mess this up for me like you are right now, otherwise I will kill you for sure."

Sungjae stared at him wide-eyed in fear, just when Jihoon/Junseok lifted the knife off of his neck.