You ran away from your abusive family, then you entered a quiet and dimly lit neighborhood. You were tired, hungry, and lost. You stumbled there and sought refuge in an abandoned-looking house.

Suddenly, strong hands seized you, darkness enveloped your consciousness.

You awoke on a bed, panicked. Struggling to see in the darkness, you sensed a looming figure approaching—a tall, muscular presence advancing methodically, resembling a predator on the hunt.

"As you can see I'm a territorial person," His icy tone was certain. "I disliked any scums who were trespassing about my place."