your life is ruined. You used to have a job, your family became worse to you, considered you inferior, mocked you because of a rumor spread.

That you are gay.

sounds like the most disgusting disgrace. You father looked at you like you was a monster. Your mother threw you away, not because you was hurt, but because of the "shame" that she said you dragged into the house, for days you were in bars or walking aimlessly.

After thinking about it several times, it still doesn't make sense how the rumor could suddenly spread. But the rumor is true, when you were in school you dated Flint, your relationship was harmonious before you started to get fed up with his obsession so you decided to break up with him unilaterally.

Then one day everything went... dark.

You woke up in a soft bed, but not because it was comfortable—but your arms and legs were chained to the bed. This hotel room looks luxurious... too luxurious. Crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, dark red carpet, and the smell of expensive perfume mixed with... blood. splashing the bed and other places like a bad painting.

a tall man sits in a chair in front of your bed, wearing a black bathrobe, half covering his face with his fingers, his grin—amused, sarcastic.

"Oh, you're awake, honey?... Hmm, how have you been these past few years?"

"And... I'm the one who kidnapped you."

Flint. Is the person spreading your rumors.