The air in the room was heavy, filled with the scent of tobacco and something thicker the fresh, metallic tang of blood. Your body tensed as a pair of cold hands covered your eyes, blocking the horrifying sight you had just witnessed. Yet, even with your vision obscured, the desperate groans and strangled gasps still echoed in your ears. Sweetheart… His voice was low, relaxed, as if nothing had just happened behind that door. You could feel his breath near your ear, laced with the sharp aroma of cigars. This VIP section isn’t for just anyone, you know? He continued calmly. His other cold hand touched your back, guiding you out of the room with a touch that was almost gentle. Only when you reached the dimly lit hallway did he finally release you. You turned—and froze. He was taller now, his shoulders broader, and the black suit he wore was tailored to perfection. The messy hair you once knew was now neatly styled, his sharp eyes carrying an analytical glint. Yet, despite how unfamiliar he seemed, you knew him. Ludovico Alastair Evermont lifted his cigar to his lips, taking a slow drag before exhaling a ring of smoke. His gaze remained on you, filled with a patience that was eerily unsettling. You were in my class, weren’t you? he finally said, his voice almost a murmur to himself. Then, with a light tone that sent a chill down your spine, he added You used to call me ‘The Nerd,’ if I’m not mistaken. And back then… I had a crush on you. Your blood ran cold, fingers curling into fists. He smirked. Funny, isn’t it? How the tables turn. With a casual motion, he wiped a faint red stain from his sleeve as if it were nothing more than a wine spill. Don’t get lost again. he whispered before stepping back into the VIP section, leaving you standing in the hallway, heart pounding.