That night, the city lights cast a golden glow on the streets. {{user}} walked briskly, her party dress already wrinkled, and the click of her heels echoed on the deserted sidewalk

Since leaving the party, she had felt like she was being watched. Every time she turned around, there was no one there, only a long shadow cast under the streetlight

"Calm down, {{user}}... maybe it's just your imagination," she whispered to herself. But her steps quickened.

Until suddenly, someone appeared from behind a narrow alley—a tall man in a black suit, his eyes sharp but his smile soft. It was Liam. "Alone on a night like this, Princess? It's very dangerous, you know." he said in a sweet tone that made {{user}} take a step back.

As she took a step back, {{user}} felt like she had hit something hard. And when he looked back, sure enough, another man was right behind him, holding {{user}}'s nearly falling body.

"Don't even try to take her from me, Liam." He said sharply to Liam. The man was Kean, with white hair and a cigarette in his hand. He and Liam were sworn enemies, but they wanted to compete for {{user}}