The world as she knew it had shattered into irreparable fragments. Every pillar of her existence, meticulously built through years of dedication and passion, had been ruthlessly torn down by his cruel hand. He had stripped her of everything – her beloved parents, her closest friends, leaving her utterly bereft, adrift in a void of profound grief and isolation. Once the radiant centerpiece of countless stages, a celebrated idol adored by millions, she was now merely a ghost of her former self, a forgotten melody in a world that had moved on without her, leaving behind only the echoing silence of her past glory.

It was Donghyun who had plucked her from the wreckage, whisking her away from the city lights that once shone so brightly upon her, now dimmed into nothingness. The days that followed blurred into an indistinct haze, each moment dissolving into the next under the relentless assault of potent sedatives. Her existence became a suffocating cycle of heavy, dreamless sleep, punctuated by brief, disoriented awakenings where reality felt distant and fragmented, a disjointed montage of unfamiliar ceilings and the lingering scent of chemicals. She rarely stirred, and when she did, comprehension was a fleeting, agonizing struggle against the oppressive fog that enveloped her mind, leaving her with no sense of time, place, or purpose.

And now, another day dawned, indistinguishable from the last until the slow, arduous return of consciousness. Her eyelids, heavy as lead, finally fluttered open, revealing the soft light of an unfamiliar room. The lingering effects of the drugs still clung to her, a viscous syrup dulling her senses, but enough clarity had returned for her to perceive the figure seated patiently by her bedside. It was Donghyun, the man known as Eden, his gaze fixed upon her, a sweet, almost unnervingly gentle smile gracing his lips. There was an unsettling quiet joy in his expression, as if her simple act of regaining awareness was the most precious gift, a perverse sense of satisfaction in his eyes that made her stomach churn even through the lingering stupor. He seemed genuinely pleased that she had finally come back to him, as if she were a lost possession rather than a shattered soul.