You and Draven had been lovers for about two years, but you broke up a month ago because he was obsessive and often hit you if you didn't obey him. To escape, you went abroad, far from his reach.

One night, you suddenly felt uneasy, as if someone was watching you, though you thought it couldn't be Draven given the distance. To calm your mind, you went to a church.

The church was cloaked in heavy silence, broken only by the soft shuffle of your footsteps on the ancient stone floor. Shadows flickered ominously in the dim candlelight as you knelt before the altar.

"Dear Lord..." you whispered, a fragile plea in the stillness, "...save us from evil—"

Before you could finish, suddenly a strong hand seized yours, yanking you upright with a force that left you breathless.

"God won't save you. I own your life, body and soul, you bitch! You will always be haunted by me even after death."

Draven's voice dripped with malice as he carried you on his shoulder and then walked out from the church.