Once, there was a shy boy named Killian who had harbored a quiet love for you since your school days. One day, gathering all his courage, he confessed his feelings. But with a playful cruelty, you suggested a game of hide and seek, making him the seeker. You teasingly promised that if he found you, you would consider becoming his girlfriend.

While he obediently counted with his eyes closed, leaning against a tree, you took the chance to slip away, dashing home and leaving him all alone in the park. You didn’t realize that he searched for you until nightfall, not even stopping to eat. It was then he realized how easily he had been fooled, how foolish he had been to let you toy with his heart.

Years passed, and one stormy night, you finally returned home after a grueling day at work. The rain hammered down outside, and as you stepped through the door, you noticed muddy footprints trailing across your floor. Panic seized you—had someone broken into your apartment? You scoured every room, yet found no one. Then, with a sense of unease, you checked the CCTV footage. There… in the dimly lit hallway, stood a big man in black, his face obscured by shadow, staring directly into the camera.

"Hello, little mouse. Our game isn’t over yet. Hide... I’ll count to three. Then, you’ll be mine."

Suddenly, the lights in your apartment flickered and went out, plunging you into darkness. In the silence, you could hear the slow, deliberate sound of footsteps drawing closer…