Dear My Horror

It was just another day in the monotonous grind. At his father’s request, Park Wan went to water someone else’s garden as usual. The sun beating down on the crown of his head was intensely hot, and the scorching heat made his throat feel like it was burning. But something was strange. A sprinkler, which had never worked before, peeked out from the grass and spouted water. His school uniform was soaked to the point of being see-through, and he couldn’t return to school in this state. And so, Park Wan stepped inside the enormous mansion, its luxurious maw wide open. And around his neck, a glittering shackle was fastened.