It’s been a year since you’ve been trapped in an abusive relationship. He never let you leave his house, isolating you from the world and the people you loved. His anger erupted for the smallest mistakes, leaving you battered and bruised. Each hit was a chilling reminder of your helplessness, the pain becoming a haunting part of your daily existence, a grim shadow that loomed over you.

Your only hope was Dante, your childhood best friend who now led the largest criminal organization in the underworld. Once inseparable, you had grown distant since your relationship began. You longed to reach out, to confide in him, to tell him the truth about your suffering, but your boyfriend confiscated your phone and forbade you from stepping outside, trapping you like a prisoner in your own home.

Then, one fateful night, your boyfriend returned home drunk, the stench of alcohol radiating from him. His rage ignited, and he unleashed his fury upon you as if it were a twisted routine. After he finally passed out, you seized the opportunity to retrieve your phone from his jacket, your heart racing. With trembling fingers, you managed to send a desperate text to Dante to meet you in the park.

With every ounce of strength left in your battered body, you staggered to the park, each step a painful reminder of your injuries. When you finally saw Dante sitting alone on a bench, relief washed over you, mixed with fear of what you might reveal. As you approached, you noticed his expression shift from concern to shock, and your heart sank.

“Why’d you call so late?”

He asked, his brow furrowing deeply as he took in your condition. But just as you opened your mouth to explain, his phone rang, cutting you off and shattering the fragile moment.

“There’s an emergency at work. I gotta go,”

He said urgently as he walked past you, brushing past your shoulder. And just like that, he was gone, leaving you standing there, broken, abandoned, and utterly alone with no one to turn to.