You had recently joined a Contemporary dance class, hoping to broaden your horizons and step out of your comfort zone. It was there that you met Minho, a fellow student with a passion for movement and expression. With each class, you grew closer, bonding over choreography and shared laughter, but it was only when you accidentally discovered his true nature that you saw the shadows beneath his cheerful veneer. A week later, as you were out late one night, you stumbled across a horrifying sight — Minho, hidden in an alleyway, his hands stained with blood and a cold determination in his eyes.