Jihoon rushed Sungjae back to the dressing room as soon as they left the runway.

"What did you do?" he screamed in shock. "What did you do?"

Sungjae stared at his bleeding body in continuous confusion.

"It was Kim Junseok...."

"What?!"

"Kim Junseok. He came back for revenge."

"Did someone call me?" asked Junseok, running over to the two.

"You did it!" shrieked Sungjae, pointing an accusing finger at Junseok. "You were the killer!"

Junseok cringed at him in confusion.

"What are you talking about?"

"You killed the five former models from our company?"

"What?!" shrieked Junseok. "No I didn't! I don't even know who you are! I just came here from a business trip back in Paris!"

Sungjae stared at him, wide-eyed in confusion.

"But what about the five demises? Why did you kill the five models? In the elevator and the hospital? Pearls....roses....a golden chain.....the locket.....the barbed wire....the tree tattoo......the knife cushion.....the beheaded corpse?"

Junseok and Jihoon continued to stare at him in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"Jihoon, you told me all of this, didn't you?"

"Huh?" said Jihoon, "I never said that!"

"What?"

"You!" exclaimed Jihoon. "Why did you do all of this?"

Sungjae stared in horror.

A wave of hallucinations swept over him as the imagined demises caused by Junseok were done by Sungjae himself, doing exactly the same methods that were used to kill the former five models.

"No...." Sungjae screamed, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"

The hallucinations continued as they continued to swirled around his vision, whilst breaking away from them, he noticed that his stomach wound was getting bigger, exposing his system.

"Did you cut yourself?" asked Junseok, concerned.

Sungjae looked down at the wounds, and them, as blood continued to pour out of them.

Sungjae looked back up at them, only with an evil grin on his face.

Jihoon and Junseok backed away from him, trembling in fear.

They were turning around and trying to look for the way out of the dressing room, when a voice stopped them.

"Hey."

The two turned around.

Their eyes widened in fear.

Standing in front of them was the figure in black, his suit tattered with rags.

It was Sungjae, a wicked grin plastered onto his face.

He reached inside his pocket, whereas out of nowhere, a knife that was in his pocket was taken out.

He smirked as he grasped the knife tightly in his hand and took one step closer towards them, despite the blood continuing to pour out his body like a waterfall.