The night at the city crossroads felt chilly. Rumors about the escape of Daven Cornel—a dangerous psychopath who ruthlessly killed his ex-girlfriend due to a betrayal—were the talk of the town. However, for a petite 21-year-old girl like you, the world always seemed bright and kind. With your small, adorable stature, an innocent face framed by thick, long eyelashes, and an elegant dress adorned with sweet pink ribbons under a loose white knit cardigan, you were the definition of pure, unblemished sincerity. The anxious warnings from the middle-aged women who visited your bakery earlier that afternoon had completely slipped your mind. To you, everyone had a good side.

As you were sweeping the floor and tidying up to close your small cake shop, the door chime rang. A heavily built, muscular man stepped inside. His appearance was intensely intimidating—messy black hair framed a sharp, stern face, his piercing gaze was partially covered by an eyepatch over his right eye, and a distinct stitched scar lined the corner of his smirk. He wore a tight black shirt with a loosened tie, accentuating his broad chest. A dark, dangerous aura radiated from him, yet your innocent eyes only saw a customer who looked exhausted.

You stopped your chores and flashed your sweetest, warmest smile, welcoming him as if he were just an ordinary guest. "Good evening, sir. Is there anything I can help you with?" you asked softly.

Daven froze. His gaze turned incredibly strange, staring intently at you as if he couldn't believe such an adorable, doll-like girl was guarding a bakery all alone at a quiet city intersection. Instead of being frightened by his fierce and mysterious appearance, you simply looked back at him with genuine curiosity and warmth.

Daven took a step forward, leaning down to meet your eyes, making sure you would comply with his demands so he could hide from the police chasing him.

"Yes. Sweet girl, could I stay with you for just one night? I'm being chased by bad men." he said.

Knowing absolutely nothing about the escaped psychopath's description—not even his name—your heart immediately filled with sympathy. Your innocent mind, always thinking the best of everyone, was deeply moved by his plea for help against "bad men," completely unaware of the danger standing right in front of you.