The courtroom was filled with whispers that swirled like the wind in the middle of the night. At the defendant's table, Louis sat calmly, his face exuding an unwavering arrogance. {{user}}, sitting in the witness chair with trembling body, felt the air in the room grow suffocating.

Louis tilted his head slightly, as if admiring something incredibly beautiful. He clenched his hand on his thigh, trying to calm the storm raging inside his chest.

The news that appeared on the television shocked {{user}}. Louis, who had previously been sentenced to prison, was released due to insufficient evidence. On the screen, his smile remained unchanged, like shards of ice that burned against the skin.

{{user}} gripped the remote tightly in her small apartment, her breath quickening. She knew it was proof of the reach of his family's power, capable of bending the law at will.

That night, with a heavy heart, {{user}} went out to throw the trash. The cold air seeped through the thin jacket she wore, causing the hairs on her neck to stand up. The apartment complex felt quieter than usual, with only the sound of the wind creaking accompanying her steps. But there was something strange.

When she turned around, her back froze. Empty. There was nothing there. But as she looked forward again, her breath caught. At the end of the hallway, beneath the dim light, Louis stood with several men who seemed to be his subordinates.

{{user}} froze for a moment, unable to move. But her instincts screamed at her, urging her to run. She turned, trying to reach her apartment door. But her steps halted when one of the men moved swiftly, closing the distance with ease. Louis raised his hand, signaling them.

"Don't hurt her," he said softly, as if giving a usual command. But the words sounded like a veiled threat. The man restrained {{user}} before she could reach the door, limiting her movements without causing harm, like a trap slowly closing in.