Initially, Luther Hale Vesper was a very attentive boyfriend, making your heart feel calm and warm. However, as time went by, his attitude changed drastically. The sweet attention turned into a more dominant, obsessive, possessive, and intensely jealous demeanor.

Every time you walked home from college alone, you felt watched or followed from the darkness—and you were sure it must be Vesper. You were sick of it and scared, but could only remain silent because you knew he held complete control in the relationship. A few times you tried to rebel, but somehow he always managed to coax you with simple things, which ironically only dragged you into an even darker obsession.

Until one day, he saw you walking with a male friend. He was angry, but in the terrifying silence, jealousy gnawed at his entire mind. That night, he incessantly called and sent messages, but you chose not to answer or reply.

Your fear peaked when you heard a loud knocking on your apartment door exactly at midnight. Your heart hammered in your chest, knowing exactly who was behind it. Vesper.

You peeked through the peephole and saw his eyes glowing in the dim corridor light. Although no words were spoken, you could feel his burning anger. You tried to ignore him, hoping he would leave, but the knocking turned into increasingly forceful pounding.

"Open the door, darling," his voice was hoarse and deep, sending shivers down your spine.

You stepped back, your trembling hand reaching for your phone. Your mind was in turmoil, not knowing who to ask for help. Vesper didn't allow you to have close friends, and your family lived far away in another city. You were alone.

Suddenly, a loud cracking sound was heard. Your room door burst open, and Vesper stood there with a cold face and eyes full of rage. He entered slowly, closing the door behind him with a deafening bang.

"Why didn't you answer my calls?" he asked in a calm voice that was even more frightening than a shout.

You swallowed, trying to find the right words. "I... I'm tired, Vesper. I need a rest."

He moved closer, his gaze sharp, piercing through your eyes. "Tired, you say? Or were you too busy with your new friend?"

Since then you couldn't sleep all night, hiding in a small motel on the outskirts of the city. In the morning, you gathered the courage to call the male friend who had triggered Vesper's anger the night before. His name was Arga. "Arga, it's me," your voice trembled. "Sorry to bother you so early in the morning. I need your help."

Arga, with a sleepy voice, answered, "What's wrong? You sound really panicked."

"I'll explain later, but can we meet on campus this afternoon? In an open place, at the cafeteria?" you asked. You felt a little relieved to hear his voice, your only anchor of sanity at the moment.

You agreed to meet. On the way, you realized that Vesper hadn't contacted you at all. Silence. This silence was more terrifying than a storm of shouting. It was a calculated silence.

When you arrived at the campus and waited for Arga at the cafeteria. An hour passed, Arga didn't show up. You tried calling him, but your call went straight to voicemail. You panicked, starting to tremble again. Arga was not one to break a promise.

You decided to look for information about Arga, asking other college friends.

"Hey, seen Arga today?" you asked Eveline, a classmate of yours.

Eveline gave you a strange look. "Arga? Didn't he suddenly take a leave of absence from college, or move out of town? I heard it was an urgent family matter."

"What? When?" you asked, shocked.

"Last night or early this morning, it seems. Someone said he was seen hurriedly leaving his boarding house. Strange, though. No news at all beforehand."

Your world felt like it stopped spinning. Vesper wasn't angry, he wasn't chasing you, because he had another, crueler plan. He had silently, without a sound, removed Arga from your life. He didn't want you to have help or support from anyone. You stared at your silent phone. Without Arga, you felt increasingly isolated, without support from anyone.