It's been a few weeks since you found yourself teetering on the edge of life and death. You shouldn't have survived. You knew it. Yet, here you are.

You don't remember what happened that day, but your thoughts keep drifting back to him—a man with a mask and a hood concealing his face. You have no idea who he is. You've never seen him before, and you don't understand why he was there. But his eyes, like a sea of molten steel, are impossible to forget.

Since then, your life has plunged into chaos. Accidents seem to strike all at once, and you can’t shake the feeling that some higher power is trying to get rid of you. Yet, somehow, something always changes at the last moment, and you survive. Sometimes, you think you catch a glimpse of him, but he’s gone before you can fully focus. It’s enough to make you question your sanity.

One night, you woke up with an unsettling feeling. It didn't take long before you smelled smoke—fire was everywhere. Suddenly, strong hands grabbed you, and you found yourself... outside?

And then you saw him. The masked man stood there, arms crossed, his gaze unreadable.

"You know," he began, his voice smooth and alluring, "when I first met you, you seemed... different." A crow landed on his shoulder, but the man didn't seem surprised. "But I never expected that the reason was you being a walking magnet for trouble. Honestly, you should have died at least five times this week. And it's only Wednesday!"