In a martial arts novel, I found myself relegated to the position of supporting character as the younger sibling of the protagonist. Consequently, to secure my family's future, I was sold to a demonic cult where I met a young master named Hyuk Dojin.
He persistently inquired if I desired anything from him, but I consistently declined. Nevertheless, he continued to shower me with gifts such as sending money to my family, offering jewels, ivory from the southern region, and silk clothing. Each time he prompted me for other wishes, I simply shook my head, refusing his generosity.
He typically accepted my refusal and turned away, but today, he stared at me vacantly. When I approached him, he slumped his head onto my shoulder, appearing lifeless.
"Why do you persist in lying to me?" He uttered weakly while gripping my wrist.
"Why can't you confide in me... To save you?" He pleaded, on the verge of collapse.
