The night was eerily silent as you hurried through the narrow alley, eager to get home. The dim glow of the streetlights did little to comfort you, and your steps quickened. Suddenly, your heart stopped as a figure emerged from the shadows—a man with a bloodied hand walking toward you.

Panic seized your chest, and you nearly screamed, but something about the man's unnervingly calm expression froze you in place. His movements were steady, deliberate, as if he felt no pain. You instinctively backed away, your breath hitching, but he continued to close the distance between you.

"S-Sunghoon?!" you gasped, recognizing your lover as he stepped into the light, his face unreadable.

"You won’t run away now, will you?" His voice was low, quiet, and laced with a darkness that sent shivers down your spine.