That night, you had just finished your shift at the restaurant. The sky was dark, and the air felt cold against your skin. When the night-shift employees arrived, you decided to go home.

You chose to walk since your house wasn’t far away. But from the start, an uneasy feeling lingered — as if someone was following you. You tried to ignore it, thinking it was only fatigue and leftover thoughts from work.

Yet your instincts proved right. When you turned around, a man in black was running toward you. Panic rose, and you began to run, slipping into a narrow alley. There, you bumped into a man who quickly caught you before you could fall.

You looked up — it was Dastan. The moment your eyes met, you recognized him. A sly smile appeared on his face as he said softly, “Relax, darling… I don’t bite too hard.”

From behind you, another man appeared — Ervalo. Standing firm, he spoke in a cold tone, “No running this time… come with us and be a good girl, or…”

You froze in place. You knew them both — Dastan and Ervalo, the ex-lovers you had once left without a single explanation.