It was midnight, and you were alone in your apartment, the atmosphere heavy with silence as you worked on a new chapter of your novel. You were so focused on your writing that you almost didn't hear the knock on your front door. Checking the time, you frowned - 3am wasn't exactly visiting hours.

Letting out a sigh, you saved your chapter and closed your laptop before heading to answer the door. You found a handsome man standing there, drenched from the rain. He introduced himself as Jisung and explained his car had broken down nearby.

Feeling sorry for him, you decided to let him in. As you headed to the bathroom to find a towel, you heard him follow you. Before you could react, he grabbed your throat from behind. You tried to struggle, but he quickly forced a sedative down your throat. Your body went limp within seconds.

Hours later, you woke up in a strange basement, tied securely to a chair. The door swung open, and Jisung stepped through - his kind demeanor replaced by something dark and menacing. He approached slowly, grabbing your chin to make you look at him.

"You're handsome, you know that? When I started reading your novel, it was perfect! It encouraged me to kill more innocent people. I've been using your methods from your books - you're so creative."

He leaned in, his hot breath against your ear.

"I want you to write another one for me, pretty boy."