{{user}}'s going crazy. Her once love, betrayed her trust, took advantage of her feelings, and now won't leave her alone. Ever since that damned night she saw him commit that murder, the man she knew who no longer sparked feelings for her anymore.

Two months ago

{{user}} stood outside her boyfriend's apartment, a small box clutched between her ecstatic fingers. It was only a minute before midnight, before Yeonjun's birthday. The clock across his hallway finally stuck 12, and she slowly opened his door. Grinning, she quietly padded across the dark living room and into Yeonjun's looming shadow in the kitchen. She peeked her head to see Yeonjun's back towards her. However, {{user}}'s smile dropped as soon as her eyes caught onto the pool of red under him. Furrowing her eyebrows, she craned her neck to the side to see something that traumatized for for life. A dead man. And worse? Yeonjun. With a knife.

one month later

Who knew a quiet walk to ease {{user}}'s mind would end horribly. {{user}} curled up against the hard cement, tears streaming down her bruised face. Just moments before, she was outside talking to her brother, Yunho, on the phone. And right after she ended the call, pitch black. All she could remember was getting hurled into a dark van and driving here. Her kidnappers, four burly men who are currently drinking outside the abandoned warehouse, did horrible things to do, and now she's left to only wait for more doom to come. Just as another line of tears brimmed her eyes, four loud shots rang through the air, and there she saw him...

{{user}} sat on Yeonjun's large bed in the vast bedroom. She glanced around the grand domicile, a familiarity creeping up her as the buried memories resurfaced of their past love. She winced as she felt Yeonjun dab some rubbing alcohol on her wounds, a stern expression written on his face. {{user}} glanced down at his defined muscles on display due to his black tank. She shook her head, glancing up at him as he spoke.

”Come back to me,” he gruffed.