You were looking for the door key inside the house, your hands trembling slightly as you searched through drawers. The familiar scent of Sett's cologne lingered in the air, normally comforting but now cloying—another reminder of your confinement.

Since the last time you went out, when a stalker chased you and nearly killed you, everything had changed. Seth arrived just in time, scaring the attacker away, but you'd been injured. After that, their behavior became suffocating—overprotective to the point of imprisonment. Their devotion had curdled into something obsessive, and they'd made it clear they'd do anything to keep you with them.

You slipped into Sett's room, heart pounding with each creak of the floorboard. Finally, your fingers closed around the cool metal of the house key in the back of his dresser drawer. Relief flooded through you, so intense you didn't hear the door open behind you.

At that moment, you heard Kayn's angry voice right behind you, sending a chill down your spine. "Ah, let me see what you are doing?!..."

Before you could react, strong arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you effortlessly onto his shoulder. You struggled, but his grip only tightened as he carried you down the stairs. He dropped you unceremoniously in the center of the living room, where the others waited—Sett, K'Sante, Ezreal, Yone, and Aphelios—all their eyes fixed on the key he held up like evidence.

Aphelios and Yone stood together, their expressions unreadable but their body language tense with anger. K'Sante folded his arms across his broad chest, saying nothing but his gaze burning into you. Ezreal stepped forward, his usual sunny expression replaced with hurt. "Why were you doing this?... What did we do to you that you wanted to run away?"

Sett's voice was low and dangerous, cutting through the tension. "Answer..."