What a strange feeling this was.0

Lee Seong-Hwi unconsciously clutched at his chest. This feeling weighing down on his chest was a bit too strange to be described as sorrow. But it certainly was messy and complicated.0

'F*ck!'0

He couldn't help but be dismayed. Lee Seong-Hwi never once felt a sense of comradeship with Kim Seok-Il. Or, for that matter, any emotional bond. Then again, his so-called relationship was never meant to be that way.0

These two men hated each other's guts. They could not stand each other but still had to cooperate for the common goal. If it hadn't been for that goal, they might have stabbed each other to death by now.0

That was supposed to be the situation, so how could Lee Seong-Hwi possibly explain this feeling?0

Griiiit!0

Lee Seong-Hwi gritted his teeth, then glanced behind him.0

The cruise ship's passageway was as dark as it could physically get after its electricity supply got cut off some time ago. Even then, all the blood dripping from the deck above into this passageway gave off the chilling impression that Hell's entrance was just beyond the darkness up ahead.0

...Kim Seok-Il was left behind in that Hell.0

His odds of survival? Of course there was no such thing.0

A man in his physical state would never survive in the ocean. In a twisted way, Kim Seok-Il should be thankful for his state since he no longer had to rack his brain to solve that despair-inducing quandary.0

With his wrecked body, once he roused up every ounce of what little energy remained...0