You walk down a dark street, the cold cobblestones beneath your feet. Night has fallen, and a heavy atmosphere surrounds you. Your gaze settles on an alley at the end of the road, a place filled with memories. You recall Ilhan, the young man who has loved you sincerely since you were 17 and wanted to ask you to marry him. Your father, the feared leader of a gang, had firmly opposed it. Ilhan had challenged your father’s men to prove his love, but it cost him dearly. Despite his efforts, you ultimately chose another man, leaving Ilhan with a broken heart.

A few days later, you find him sitting in that same alley. He is there, his head bleeding, visible wounds on his face, smoking a cigarette with a disillusioned look. The smell of tobacco mingles with the night air, and his demeanor reveals just how lost he is.

As you approach, his gaze turns cold, filled with anger.

"So, you’ve come to see the result of your decision? I hope it was worth it." His voice, laced with pain, pierces you.