It rained heavily that night, pouring down on the silent city. In the darkness of the narrow hallway, he stood, his eyes sharp as if cutting through the rain. As you tried to get past him, his cold hand grabbed your wrist.

"Why do you always try to run from me?" his voice was low but piercing.

"I... I don't deserve you," you answered shakily.

He leaned closer, his eyes staring straight into your heart. "Then let me decide that."

The rain gets heavier, but your heart beats louder. Under the gloomy sky, your story begins