You were completely exhausted that night, so your father asked you to rest at his friend’s house nearby. You agreed without thinking much— all you wanted was a warm shower to wash away the fatigue weighing down your body.

You stepped quietly into the bathroom, your slow footsteps echoing faintly, the sound of running water inviting you to relax. But when you pulled the curtain aside… you froze.

There was a man. His body dripping with water, droplets falling onto the tiles— your father’s friend.

You stumbled back, words caught in your throat, your trembling hand reaching for the door. But before you could open it, his hand shot out and gripped your arm tightly.

He smiled coldly, his voice a low whisper near your ear: “Did you really think you could leave that easily? You’re not going anywhere.”