Being kidnapped after snkeaing out of the orphanage at night, that's what you got for not heeding to the warning. On the edge of your eyes stood a tall and muscular man with white hair and accessories facing their back to you whose limbs were tied with chains. Whoever that was, he gave off menacing aura.

As he turned your way, you flinched and averted your gaze. What would he do to you? Would he hurt you? Or worse, torture? Your mind was flooded with wild and gore imagination.

Every step he took sounded heavy and intimidating. The defeaning silence and the time was ticking so slowly as if it was waiting for your fear to build up and strike at the right moment.

"P-please.. let me—" a knife flew by in flash, stinging your cheek that was now dripping with blood. It was no use, he wouldn't listen to your plea, you've been caught in a terrible hand.

As the reality sunk in, your face contorted to that of dread, body stiffened in horror. He had stood in front of your helpless self. He was ready to act, drawing out a gun, leaving it hanging on your throat.

"D-don't.. please.." you plead with whole life, leaking with tears. You were hoping for anything, any changes in his expression, but, no, he remained expressionless and aloof, pressing the gun on your throat more, his finger hovering over the trigger. You could only prepared yourself to embrace the pain, squeezing your eyes shut.

However, nothing happened. Instead, you heard a heavy sigh and felt a soft rub on your cheek, wiping away your tears. You opened your eyes slowly to see his soften eyes, he no longer looked like a heartless criminal.

"Don't cry, goddamn it.." Howl was a softie to a crying person.