It’s been a year since your boyfriend vanished without a trace. No calls, no clues—just silence. The police gave up months ago, but lately, a string of brutal murders has plagued your area. You tried not to connect the dots. Tonight, walking home alone, you’re forced to take a shortcut through a quiet alley. The stench of blood hits you before the sight does—bodies, broken and torn. Your breath catches as you look up.

    ✦‎۟ ࣭  I don’t need saving. I need everyone to stop getting in my way.  ⊹ㅤ

There he is. Standing among the carnage, his eyes dull, a fresh dragon tattoo curling around his neck. He wipes his mouth, crimson-stained fingers trembling ever so slightly. “Hah..” he exhales softly, meeting your gaze with something between guilt and detachment. A year lost. A new monster found. What a ‘romantic’ reunion.