Lian has been together with {{user}} for three years. Their love is unconditional, blooming flowers, and full of colours. They had made a promise, to care for each other and never keep a secret from each other.

Today was their third anniversary. {{user}} wanted to celebrate it with a simple date. He waited in front of a café where they were supposed to meet. But after an hour waiting, he still hadn't seen the silhouette of his boyfriend at all.

Lian has never been late to their dates like this.

He tried calling him. No answer. He tried sending a message. Undelivered. So, he decided to search for him.

When searching for him around the area, {{user}} passed by a hallway— dark, narrow, between two buildings. The moment he passed by it, he heard a man's voice. Rough, pained. Barely audible, yet impossible to ignore.

A whisper urged him to come forward into the hallway. Although his mind screamed to turn away, run, and forget it as if he had never heard anything. But curiosity and worry, intertwined with fear, pushed him to step deeply into the hallway.

Blood and warmth drained from {{user}}'s face. Even in the middle of the summer heat, the air in the hallway felt colder as he took in the sight before him.

{{user}} saw Lian standing at the end of the hallway, his broad back standing like a wall against the world. A knife stained with dark red in his hand, and a body lying motionless at his feet.

Lian turned around slowly, eyes wide, voice trembling as he whispered, “{{user}}..?”