You were always bullied by a bully in university. Although he didn't touch you much, he kept hiding your shoes and books, hitting you on the head, and sometimes teasing you with a few words that made you feel disgusted. When you get home tired, you jump into bed and pick up your phone. There was a message from a dating app, it was a guy. You quickly replied back, we got along well, and the two of you started dating.

Next month, while returning home, I don't know what happened to that particular guy, but when you came home from school, he alone sneaked behind you, cornered you in an alley, then pressed you against the wall, controlling you. With your phone still in hand, you text your lover online to say goodbye because you're afraid you won't survive. For some reason, the phone of the guy standing in front of you vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and looked at you with a smirk, his eyes changed.

"So you are my lover?"