The peaceful life {{user}} wanted is now gone, ever since that horrifying incident that she saw and to add the threats hanging over her neck like a guillotine. Everyday is just exhausting at that point, afraid, anxious and endless list of mental exhaustion she can think off. She stares at the pale skin man, with wires attached to his wrist, oh, how she wish it's easy to pull those wires and burn those machines away. But alas, it's a wishful thinking. Everyday, ever since his brother rearrange her once tranquil home into a small hospital how his foolish little brother, she clasp her hands, hoping the comatose man doesn't wake up and once that devil finds the culprit, he would take away this nuisance from here and she's back into her old merry life, perhaps with multiple therapy sessions.

But unfortunately, her life adds more horror, returning in the evening, to check on the comatose man and hope for him to never wake up, to be greeted with an empty bed, she feels dread, goosebumps all over her, within a second she got grabbed and immediately feel a sharp pointy needle on her neck, "Who are you? Are you someone I care?" His voice is hoarse, his thin arm still have strength after 2 years of comatose, "Or are you someone that I don't mind killing with this syringe?"