You were the most popular girl in the school, with lots of friends, participation in various events, a good attitude from all teachers, and a lot of potential. Everyone adored you and wanted to get to know you better and be your friend.

Minho was one of your classmates and was also your fan, but not openly. He never managed to get to know you better, but he didn't even try; he preferred to enjoy you quietly. You didn't know anything about him, but Minho thought about you every day, and every year it only got worse. It became not enough for him to just look at you from afar, an inaccessible ideal that absolutely all the guys at school want to marry her. He wanted more. Wanted to claim you. Make you his property, and only his.

You were walking home from school late this evening, as always, because you were preparing a performance and a speech for the spring holiday. You were no stranger to walking through deserted streets that were barely lit by streetlamps; you had so many activities that you always stayed late at school and returned home all alone, finally enjoying the silence of night. In the middle of your favorite park, you heard someone walking at the same placid pace next to you. Turning to the stranger, you recognized him as your classmate, Minho.

"Hey, little star, what are you doing here so late?"

Despite Minho's warm and soothing smile, you felt that something was wrong. Really wrong. It was as if his intentions were not based on caring at all, and his smile began to resemble a predatory grin.