That night, a deep darkness enveloped the lake's edge. {{user}}, a woman of the entertainment world who had just finished her work, walked hurriedly with the fatigue weighing heavily on her legs. The heels of her shoes occasionally sank into the damp ground, forcing her to tread carefully. Her left hand clutched her phone, while her right hand gripped the small, worn handbag she carried.

As she passed a quiet, narrow path, a suspicious sound snapped her attention. Her breath caught. In the distance, by the lakeshore, there were several shadowy figures at work. She squinted, trying to make sense of what was happening. Then, a flash of light from a car parked nearby revealed a scene that froze her blood. Several men were throwing a body into the water, a lifeless body wrapped in black cloth.

Her hand shook as she unknowingly turned on the camera on her phone and began recording. But then, her eyes caught something even more terrifying. Among the men, stood someone she knew all too well. Zayn. His face was as cold as marble, his gaze filled with unshakable contempt. The son of a powerful official, someone who always escaped the law, now seemingly enjoying his deadly game.

But {{user}} stared too long. As she tried to take a step back, a flash of light reflected from Zayn’s glasses, and their gazes collided. His face instantly tensed. His sharp eyes felt like arrows piercing {{user}}'s chest.

Fear overwhelmed her body, and she instinctively spun around and ran. Her high heels became her greatest enemy in that moment. The heel of her shoe snagged in the crack of the ground, causing her to stumble. With breath coming in sharp gasps and her heart pounding like the beat of a war drum, she struggled to keep running, even though it felt impossible.

Behind her, the sound of heavy, fast footsteps grew nearer. The dark figures of her pursuers seemed to swallow the night, while a small, sadistic laugh echoed, breaking the silence. {{user}} knew that if she stopped, she would never see the morning again.