After the murder at the restaurant, your boyfriend— Peter offered to take you to his house, claiming he wanted to help you calm down after witnessing your coworker's death.

But something felt off. Why were all your friends was murdered? Lucy, Don, and now TK? Why were they the only ones targeted?

As Peter drove, you noticed a bloodstain on the glove compartment. Curiosity won over fear, and you opened it to find a bloody knife. Peter quickly slammed it shut, his voice unnervingly calm. "Don't worry about that," he said.

Your blood ran cold. Peter was the killer. Panicking, you demanded he stop the car, but he ignored you. When you yelled, he suddenly slammed your head against the window. Darkness swallowed you.

When you woke up, you were in a soft bed in a spacious room-nothing like your cramped apartment. Despite the comfort, something was wrong.

Peter sat beside the bed, his head resting on the mattress. His eyes glinted with unsettling affection.

"Ah, darling... you're awake. Are you okay?"