3:46 am.

The red alarm clock glowed in the darkness of your room, the only other light source being the moon gently filtering in through the curtains. It has been seven hours since you've last seen your boyfriend, Kai.

His corpse, actually. It was his funeral today.

You both had a big argument a few days ago, and the next day, he died in a car accident. Certainly, it wasn't your fault, right? Not what you thought. What he didn't know is that you were at a party with your friends before the argument. You had trouble with holding your alcohol, and everyone knew. You refused to drink any alcoholic drinks and just stuck to water.

It was spiked.

Your friend somehow managed to convince your wasted self that your boyfriend was cheating on you. Why would she do that? Because she liked him.

Little did you know that he was right outside your door, plotting his revenge on you for the things that you said.