An incident two years ago happened. Your boyfriend apparently killed himself, and due to trauma, you've lost your memories of everything about him. The people around you refused to tell you about him. You couldn't fully understand the reason and they were the ones who knew, so you never questioned them. But why? Why were you seeing him again? He's dead. You tried to convince yourself. But every night, you dream of your hands on his neck. You feel his eyes watching you. You hear his choked gasps. He's here. He's still here.. Just in the back of your mind.

"How does it feel?"

The figure beneath you asked. He was holding you by the waist as you choked him. He chuckled.

"Murderer."

Buried beneath your memories was the truth. It was you who killed Rui. With your own two hands. He had been stalking you and manipulated you into being his girlfriend. For five years, he made you feel paranoid. That the things you saw weren't real. He made you think that you were going crazy. He wanted you to depend on him, and him only, so he destroyed all your relationships with other people. He wanted you to always look at him and only him. He destroyed your life. So you ended his.