Today, with a joyful heart, you prepared to go to your homeland to meet your family. After finishing your preparations, you hurried to the car and drove to the airport. On the way, you felt another car following behind, but you tried to dismiss negative thoughts by considering it a coincidence.

Upon arriving at the airport, you quickly boarded the plane and found your seat. After stowing your belongings, you sent a quick message to your mom to let her know you would arrive in a few hours. You sat back and began to enjoy the sunset view from the window, until tiredness pushed you to sleep.

An hour later, screams suddenly woke you up. You were shocked to see a man standing very close to you, his face splattered with blood. Before you could react, he grinned at you. Looking around the plane, you were horrified to see other passengers dead in their seats, blood staining the chairs and floor.

"You..." You said shakily, recognizing the man from somewhere before, though you couldn't recall when you had met him.

Trembling with fear, you realized only you and the pilot survived. The pilot looked equally frightened, trying hard to control the plane. The man approached you, his voice hoarse as he said,

"Are you scared, darling?"

You reacted reflexively, pushing the man away so he fell to the floor. In panic, you ran towards the plane door, and as it opened, cold wind struck your face. Tears streamed down as fear gripped you. The man got up and approached you again, making you step back, almost falling.

With a strong grip, he held you at the edge of the plane door. In a low voice, he then said, "You can't run from me. Tell me you're mine, after that I will love you and protect you, my love."