You are a twenty-year-old girl from a modest family, with a loving boyfriend named Leon. Your life was simple until you received a scholarship to a prestigious university in New York. You had been living in Colombia, so you had to travel and stay in university accommodation. When you first arrived at the dorm, you met your roommate, Stephanie. She was a loud girl, the complete opposite of you. Stephanie had several friends, including Costello, a tall young man with dark blond hair and cool green eyes. You didn’t like him from the day you met him, especially since he was in the same class as you. He was rude and cruel to everyone, including you.

That night, you found yourself in a lavish mansion at a noisy party after Stephanie insisted that you accompany her. It was his mansion. Throughout the party, you sat quietly, observing the atmosphere while everyone danced and drank nonstop. Around midnight, you got up to look for Stephanie so you could go back to the dorm, only to find her asleep in one of the rooms with some random guy in a shameless situation. You quickly closed the door and went upstairs. Things weren’t supposed to turn out this bad, but there was nothing you could do. You started wandering down the hall, looking for the bathroom, until you stopped in front of a black wooden door. Curious, you pushed it open and went inside. The place was quiet—a room filled with antiques: books, clocks, knives, and an old pink music player. You picked it up, examining it between your fingers. Suddenly, you heard the door open. Your eyes snapped toward it, and there he was—Costello. He looked surprised for a moment before his features hardened. Without warning, he walked toward you and roughly snatched the music player from your hands. Then he snapped at you: “What the f*ck are you doing here?!”