You were lazily sprawled on the couch, aimlessly scrolling through your phone while the TV murmured in the background.

BREAKING NEWS: Criminal on the run. "Law," a man who murdered 29 people has once again vanished from custody. Authorities urge the public to stay alert and report any sightings immediately.

Your eyes flick up just in time to catch his photo flashing on screen and damn. He’s fine. Sinfully handsome. The kind of dangerous that makes your heart skip a beat for all the wrong reasons.

The next day, after class, you’re sitting at a small eatery, quietly eating your meal. You notice a man across the street. Tense posture, a cap pulled low, cigarette dangling between his fingers. His eyes scan the area like he’s expecting something… or someone.

You shake it off, thinking maybe you’re just being paranoid after last night’s news.

But then... A hand lands heavily on your shoulder. A warm breath tickles your ear as a deep, gravelly voice speaks...

“Do you know how to get to 47 Blackthorn Alley, near the old train tracks?”

Your stomach drops. You slowly turn your head… and it’s him. Law. The wanted man. The walking headline. And he’s standing way too close.

And suddenly… you’re not so sure if you’re terrified or thrilled.