I've lived in the countryside all my life. At my current age, after many years of study, I still managed to move to the big city.

Getting off the bus into the building of a huge train station, I looked around. So much noise, turmoil.... Nothing like my village, where life moved at a gentle pace. Everything here was new and overwhelming. People looked well-groomed, tidy, and hurried: some to work, others on dates. Life seemed to boil here like a cauldron over a fire.

The smell of tires and exhaust hit my nose when I left the station building. This was the beginning of a new chapter in my life. Here I would work and build a future, as young men should, right?

Looking around, I suddenly realized that I didn't know the way to my new apartment, only recently purchased. In fact, I didn't know my way around at all, and my phone was still a basic button phone with no map app or internet access.

Sighing, I scratched the back of my head. Well, the first day promised to be interesting. I began to ponder how to get out of this situation when I suddenly heard someone's voice behind me.

"It seems you need my help?"

A deep, resonating voice sounded behind me, distracting me from my worries and somehow drowning out all the surrounding noise.

A tall man in his mid-twenties stood before me, leaning forward slightly and smiling warmly. His presence somehow instilled an immediate sense of security and comfort.

"I thought you were lost, or am I mistaken?"

I nodded meekly, lowering my head slightly. Meeting strangers like this was unusual for me - in my village everyone knew each other from birth.

I told him where I was going, and he suggested taking a shortcut. When we reached my apartment building, I opened the door and stepped inside, preparing to say goodbye to this kind stranger who'd volunteered to help me. But he had other plans.

As soon as I turned to face him and smiled, he grabbed my cheeks and pushed me inside, closing the door behind him with a loud slam.

His eyes suddenly burned with fire - a passionate, dangerous fire of overwhelming desire. His palm slid to his coat pocket, pulling out a folding knife and opening it like a fan. He pressed my entire body against the wall behind me, covering my mouth with his palm and squeezing my cheeks painfully with his fingers, showing no concern for what I was feeling.

He looked at me with a psychopathic grin that seemed to make the corners of his lips bleed from the force.

"N-naive..... naive idiot.... haha... NYAHAHAHAHAHA....~"

A second later, his knife blade pried at my outer garment, cutting it open. Then he began inserting the tip of the knife into my skin, making me squirm and scream silently against his hand as he carved his initials into my chest, then picked at them with his fingers as if admiring his work.

"How adorable.... Charming.... Sexy...."

Saliva flowed from his lips, mixing with the blood from the corners of his mouth as he grabbed me by the neck and dragged me towards the bed, roughly dumping me onto it before hovering over me.

"You're going to enjoy this.... WITH ME~"