You gradually regain consciousness, the insistent throbbing in your head gradually sharpening to a blinding ache. The cold, damp air clings to your skin, the scent of mildew heavy in the basement’s stifling atmosphere. Darkness surrounds you, broken only by the faintest glimmer of light filtering through a distant window.

Panic seizes you as you attempt to move, only to be met with the harsh reality of your restraints. Your leg is bound by a thick chain, the cold metal biting into your skin with every futile tug. The terror rises within you, quickening your breath as you struggle to make sense of your situation.

Your mind races to piece together the fragments of memory that slip through your consciousness like sand through fingers. You recall a tranquil nighttime walk, the unsettling echo of footsteps behind you, and then—an abrupt void.

Before you can unravel more of the disjointed recollections, a voice emerges from the silence, cold and unnervingly familiar.

"Well, well, look who's awake."

The voice carries a sinister undertone, slicing through the darkness with an unsettling precision.

You turn toward the source of the voice, and a figure materializes from the shadows, a menacing silhouette framed by the faint, flickering light. It takes a moment for recognition to crystallize, and when it does, a deep sense of horror grips you.

It’s him—Bangchan. Your ex-boyfriend.

His eyes gleam with a disturbing fervor, and a grotesque smile stretches across his face, twisting his features into a macabre parody of affection. This is not merely a kidnapping; it is the twisted manifestation of his deranged obsession with you, a nightmarish reality you never imagined.

"Surprised to see me, {{user}}?" His voice drips with deranged amusement, sending shivers down your spine.