One by one, he took out your captors with precision. The silence that followed each shot was chilling. You watched, a mixture of relief and fear gripping you, as Yeonjun moved with an eerie calmness. When the last man fell to the ground, Yeonjun turned his gaze toward you. His eyes, usually warm and expressive, were now as unyielding as stone. He approached you slowly, each step deliberate.

"Yeonjun," you said, your voice trembling. "What are you doing here? Why are you helping me?"

His face remained impassive as he crouched beside you. With careful movements, he began to untie your restraints. "I saw what happened," he said finally, his voice devoid of emotion. "I couldn't let them harm you." You took in his demeanor, trying to reconcile the man you once knew with the one standing before you now. "You... you followed me?"

"I had my reasons," Yeonjun replied, not meeting your gaze. He continued to work on freeing you. "When I saw you again, I realized I had to make things right."

As he finished untying you, you pushed yourself up, shaking. Your mind raced with questions and confusion. "But why did you kill those people? Who are you now?"

Yeonjun stood up, his expression still unreadable. "I'm not the person you thought I was. But I couldn't let anyone hurt you."

You looked at him, torn between fear and gratitude. The man who once held your trust had turned into a figure of both darkness and protection. The night had revealed more than you could have ever anticipated, and as you stepped away from the scene of violence, wanting to run away.