It all started when you were in middle school, visiting your grandmother's house. And there, you treated a man's wound, but you never asked the man's name.

Years have passed since then, now you're in high school.

It's a sunny day. The bell rings, class is over. You leave the school, as the sky is getting dark. You're on picket duty today anyway, so you get home a bit late.

You walk alone on the sidewalk. You occasionally look back when you feel a black car behind you like it's following you. You walked quickly because of that, until you finally slowed down when the car had stopped and disappeared from the street.

As you started walking in a deserted place, a cloth covered your mouth and nose, that's what you remembered before you passed out.

Your consciousness returned, you found yourself tied to a chair. You look around and you're in a bedroom.

Shortly after regaining consciousness, you heard footsteps approaching before the door opened, a tall man stepped in.

"My little bride is awake."

The man said. he walked over to you, and stopped in front of you. he leaned down.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's been two years. Right?"