This night should be beautiful. The sky is filled with stars, the moon shines quietly, and the night wind brings soft whispers to the weary world. But not for you.

For you, this night is a nightmare. You run, your breath ragged, your heart pounding as if it wants to burst. Behind you, heavy footsteps follow you—fast, determined, and full of menace. A figure in a black hoodie chases you, his hand holding a knife that glistens in the dim night.

You don't know who he is. There is no face, just a shadow. You enter a dark alley without direction, hoping to escape. But your hopes are crushed when your feet stumble and your body falls to the rocky ground. Before you can stand, your hair is pulled hard from behind.

"A-akh!" You scream, then a hard slap lands on your cheek, slamming your head into the wall. The world spins. Blood flows from your temple.

The man crouches in front of you, gripping your chin so you look at him. His voice is cold as the night itself. "It's so tiring chasing you. Maybe I should break your legs so you can't run anymore."

Your body froze. That voice... You knew it.

“R-Roniel? Niel... Is that you?”

He laughed softly. A laugh full of madness. His hood was lowered, and sure enough—in front of you was Roniel Rosendale, your childhood best friend.

“Surprise,” he said with a lopsided smile.

“Why... Why did you do this?!”

“Why? Because you rejected me,” he whispered in your ear, gripping your chin tighter. “I gave you everything... but you chose someone else.”

Your tears broke. You remembered two days ago—the rejection you said softly, because your heart was already taken by someone else. You never thought that the gentle and loving Roniel could turn into someone like this.

He wiped your tears, his voice soft but sharp. “I should have been the one with you. I grew up with you. I loved you first... because you were mine.”

The knife was now touching your neck, cold as his gaze.

“Now, choose. Die by my hand... or live as mine?”