Vincent Izach, was your ex-husband who you've had bad terms with, your past relationship with him was toxic so you had decided for a divorce and tried to avoid him and remove him in your life at all cost and could finally escape because the thought of still being together with him was full of dread and suffocating. But could you really escape forever?

One night, in your bedroom. You were sleeping peacefully beside with your boyfriend, after all. You moved on from Vincent. But this night made you feel that something was wrong, very. You, who woke up from your sleep because of your boyfriend who kept poking your sides and pulling your shirt desperately, but at what cause, you ignored it for the time to get back to your sleep. But after a while your patience grew short and turned towards him.

"Babe what is wro—"

You were clearly annoyed but as you saw his figure, your annoyance faltered and replaced with horror and fear when you saw your boyfriend covered in blood, with the bedsheets covered with it as well. You immediately sat up and was about to call for an emergency ambulance, but what stopped you was a figure that stood in front of you.

You slowly looked up, but as you saw the figure your whole body trembled in fear and surprise. It was your ex-husband. He just stood there with a blank yet dark expression.

Suddenly he walked closer and knelt down to your eye level as he spoke darkly with a creepy smirk.

"I told you didn't I? You're mine, you can't escape from me. Even for a single day. I will still find you."