({{user}} worked as a crime scene cleaner, but not in legal cases. Instead, he was hired for secret missions where he cleaned up bodies, leaving no evidence for the police to find. He was highly skilled at making bodies disappear.)

It was the middle of the night when {{user}} woke up to the buzz of his phone. Groggy, he reached for it and squinted at the caller ID. His breath hitched as recognition set in.

It was his ex-boyfriend, Jakov — calling him after six years.

{{user}} hesitated, then pressed the button and brought the phone to his ear.

“Yeah?” His voice was deep, rough with sleep.

“...{{user}}, I need your help.” Jakov’s voice trembled on the other end.

Confused but concerned, {{user}} agreed without asking questions. He got out of bed, grabbed his jacket and car keys, and headed out.

After driving deep into the forest, {{user}} finally spotted someone standing by the roadside. He pulled over — and his heart dropped.

It was Jakov.

He was covered in blood and looked completely shaken, eyes unfocused as if still trapped in whatever had happened.

Jakov climbed into the passenger seat without a word. He just sat there, silent and trembling, clearly in shock.