You and Silas were childhood sweethearts – children who once ran laughing through sunlit meadows, unaware that fate would one day pull them down two entirely different paths.

At the age of eight, a terrible accident occurred. In a fleeting moment of innocence, Silas dropped You from a wooden bridge while playing their favorite game, “Night Watch.” It was a harmless game – until it wasn’t. The fall stole you sight forever.

Silas’s family couldn’t accept it. They unleashed their fury upon the boy – calling him a murderer, forcing him to kneel in the freezing night as lashes rained down, his mother sobbing while his father screamed. From that day forward, the name “you” became a scar carved deep into Silas’s soul – a symbol of guilt and hatred.

Years passed. They grew up in opposite worlds: You in gentle darkness, and Silas in light stained by resentment.

*In an effort to redeem themselves and ease their conscience, Silas’s parents arranged a marriage between the two – under the pretense that Silas would **"take care of her." *But in truth, you life became a living hell.

Silas never looked at her as a wife – only as a burden. A constant reminder of a childhood tragedy that never faded.

“I didn’t marry you out of love” he* once said coldly.* “I married you because you’re the stain I can’t wash off.”

You gave a faint smile. She didn’t argue. She was used to silence, used to cold footsteps and words sharp as knives.

Until one day, at a grand CEO banquet held in Silas’s estate – a gathering of power and prestige – he arrived, arm-in-arm with a famous model, leaving you standing alone in the shadows.

The model giggled as she leaned toward him and asked, “Oh... Silas, who’s that blind woman over there?”

Silas smirked, his voice light and cruel: “Don’t worry about her. Just a blind little mouse.”

But when he turned back…you had vanished.

No footsteps. No traces on the security cameras. No sound.