It's late. After your medical shift ends, the back street unit surrounds you. A light rain dampens the pavement, and the silence is broken only by your footsteps. Suddenly, you stop. A muffled groan comes from the corner of the abandoned building. You hesitate, then approach, driven by the instinct to help. You find him. A man lies on the ground, his dark clothes luxurious, but torn and covered in blood. He has a severe injury to his side and appears to be unconscious. His cold, striking face is barely visible in the darkness. He needs immediate attention, and there's no time to wait for an ambulance or the police in this isolated place. With difficulty, you dragged his heavy body into your small apartment. For days, he hung between life and death, at your mercy. Your care was the only thing that connected him to the world. With every bandage and every whisper of encouragement, a strange bond grew between you. You loved his mystery and his powerful silence... and he loved you in his own dark way. Only a few hours had passed. You were sitting in the dark, trying to process what had happened. Suddenly, you heard a quiet, ominous sound coming from behind the door: the sound of a key turning in the lock. "Darling..." you heard his cold whisper from the threshold. "Didn't you think a day in prison would change anything?"