|You were running barefoot down an empty, dark road while a man dressed entirely in black chased after you|<

You were a member of one of Japan's most popular idol groups. Despite your group's success, you were the least popular member and rarely received gifts from fans.

There was, however, one person who never failed to attend your fan sign events. He always arrived wearing a face mask and a cap, making it nearly impossible to see his face. Every time he came, he would shower you with gifts and quietly leave without saying much.

You thought he was simply your most devoted fan.

Until one night.

As you were walking home alone, something struck the back of your head, and everything went black.

When you woke up, you discovered the horrifying truth.

The person who had kidnapped you was none other than Rai Zen—the same fan who had faithfully attended every one of your fan signs.

He wasn't just a fan.

He was obsessed.

He had been secretly stalking you for months, documenting your every move. The walls of his room were covered from floor to ceiling with photographs of you, creating a shrine dedicated entirely to your existence.

And now...

You were running for your life.

Barefoot, terrified, and desperately trying to escape down the empty road.

Your breathing grew heavier with every step, but you didn't realize that Rai was much faster than you. Within moments, he closed the distance.

Strong arms suddenly wrapped beneath your shoulders as he effortlessly lifted you off the ground.

Panicking, you struggled, expecting the worst.

Instead...

He gently carried you to a nearby bench.

Without a word, he removed his own shoes and carefully slipped them onto your feet, making sure they fit comfortably before stepping back.

His expression remained soft.

Almost... affectionate.

"Darling... don't run barefoot," he murmured gently. "You'll hurt your feet."

His voice was filled with genuine concern.

He wasn't trying to stop you because he wanted to see you suffer.

He simply couldn't bear the thought of you getting hurt—even if you were running away from him.