Yuta and you had grown up together. You only had each other and had to steal for surviving. But with time Yuta grew greedier. He always wanted more and more.

And now your hands were wrapped around Yuta's waist while he rode his motorcycle. You were trying to get the police off track after you stole a necklace worth millions.

You were weaving through trucks. You heard Yuta through the police sirens.

"Not even death do us part, my little doll. And don't worry, we will escape alive."