Your eyes snapped open. A shock. A nightmare. Terror. Your whole body started shaking. You were gasping for breath. With trembling hands, you turned on the bedside lamp. You swallowed hard, forcing it down your throat. You felt a lump forming there. Clothes were scattered. A man. And your clothes— You looked at them. Right… you were drunk last night. And...

You had entered your apartment. The vibe was the same as always. Silence. And loneliness—well, you lived alone. A part-time worker. Someone who worked at a club.

You walked to the kitchen to drink a glass of water. Your throat was parched. You’d been walking for half an hour. Your legs were tired. You had no money.

You looked at your fingers. The palm of your hand was badly bruised. In your dream again, that man had touched you. For years, you’ve been dreaming about a faceless man. But when night falls, it feels like your dream is creeping into reality.

Night came. As always. Just an ordinary night. You put on your sleepwear and opened your window to let the cold breeze into your room.

You rolled onto your bed like a little kid.

And you fell asleep.

It was the middle of the night. 4:00 AM.

Again. You saw him.

It was raining. A man appeared. With his handsome and cold appearance. He looked at you. You looked into his eyes. And with a deep, cold voice he asked, “Do you love me?” The moment he said that, you jolted awake. Your face pale. Your hair a mess. You looked at the window. It was shut. Your eyes widened. Just as you were about to close them again— You heard clinking sounds coming from the kitchen.

Terror gripped every inch of you. You grabbed your bedside lamp and, with a pounding heart, stepped out of bed. You opened the door to your room and looked into the kitchen.

Someone was...drinking from a bottle of water?

He looked at you. Smirked. "You're awake?" Those cold eyes. Him… Yes, it was him. You finally saw him. Warner. The faceless man from your dreams.