That night, the sky was shrouded in thick fog. You ran toward the forest, your breath ragged, your heart pounding. The sound of footsteps behind you grew closer, the man whistling as he followed.

A few weeks ago, everything seemed normal. You were just helping a handsome stranger at a cafe—paying for his coffee when he forgot his wallet. His face was polite and friendly, his small smile almost genuine.

But after that day, your world slowly changed. Every morning you'd see a bouquet of flowers appear at your door, and sometimes even expensive items delivered anonymously. Until you knew who it was that sent the flowers every morning, who it was that sent the gifts. It was Darius Mortein—a billionaire and illegal arms dealer.

You ran faster, and every time you looked back, you felt him getting closer.

"Stop running, honey, you can't escape me..." His voice was heavy, quiet, but it rang in your head. You kept running, trying to find a hiding place, but there was nowhere to hide.

Then he stopped, letting you run.Then he spoke loudly so you could hear him "You can run as far as you want, but remember I will always be able to catch you, darling.."