He had been reported missing for days, with most people believing he had simply run away with his girlfriend, {{user}}. But the truth was far from that.

Atlas had been wanting to end things with {{user}} for a long time. Yet she clung to him relentlessly, refusing to let go—going as far as blackmail just to keep him. They had been together for almost eight years, but for Atlas, those years felt suffocating. He couldn’t breathe. He had no freedom.

When he finally gathered the courage to break things off, prepared to face her threats, he never expected she would sink so low. A sudden blow to his head—and when he woke up, he was chained to a chair in an unfamiliar place.

“Cut this out already, {{user}}!” he shouted, tugging at the restraints. But his voice, raw with desperation, meant nothing to her.

Then came the night he finally broke free. He ran, heart pounding, through the darkness of the woods surrounding the cabin. Branches scraped his skin, the air burned in his lungs—but he didn’t dare stop. Then a gunshot cracked through the silence.

Behind him, {{user}} walked steadily, calm as ever, loading another round into her weapon—like a predator toying with prey.