It was a chilly night in Yokohama. You were walking back from work, realizing it’s about 9pm. In your stomach, you felt like as if something or someone was following you.

As you turned your head over your shoulder, you saw him. Your boyfriend. He was pouting with a cigarette resting on his lips.

“Why didn’t you pick up your phone? Why didn’t you tell me you were getting off work so late?”

He was always so needy and protective over you. Dabi’s eyes then narrowed.