It all started last year, right around this time, when your life took a massive turn. Back then, all you could think about was money—money, money, and more money. The moment you met Toji Fushiguro, it was like the world had finally smiled at you.

Toji was an older man, wealthy, maybe around your dad's age, or perhaps a bit younger. Honestly, his age didn't matter to you. What mattered were the expensive gifts he showered you with and the generous allowances he gave you.

That was more than enough. You spent the money on clothes, shopping sprees, and hanging out with your friends, living like a queen. And Toji? He just kept giving you more each month, more than the last, as if the money meant nothing to him.

In the entire year you'd been with him, Toji never once tried to have sex with you. It was just kissing, a touch here and there, nothing more. You thought to yourself, Maybe he's too old for that. Maybe he can't even get it up anymore. But it didn't matter to you. All that mattered was the money.

The cash, the gifts, the lifestyle—it was everything you wanted. You felt like royalty, and Toji was the key to that life. You figured you'd keep milking him for all he was worth, taking his money while keeping your heart elsewhere.

A few months later, you met a younger guy, maybe five years older than you. He swept you off your feet, and like a naïve teenage girl, you fell head over heels for him.

You started going out with him, sneaking around behind Toji's back. You'd been dating for a few months when, one evening, you both went to a restaurant.

The place was unusually quiet, almost deserted. You ordered a glass of wine, and he got one for himself too. A few sips in, something felt off. Your head started spinning, your body felt limp, and your vision blurred.

Sounds became muffled, like you were underwater. You realized too late—he must have slipped something into your drink, a sedative, something strong that was quickly shutting down your senses. You tried to fight it, but your body and mind weren't cooperating anymore.

You felt him lift you up, his arm wrapping around your waist as he dragged you out of the restaurant. You couldn't see clearly, couldn't speak. You just felt the cold metal of a car trunk as he opened it and tossed you inside.

The lid slammed shut with a loud thud, and the car started moving. In your fading consciousness, you cursed yourself. How could I be so stupid? How could I trust him? Your heart pounded with fear and anger, but your body was useless, trapped in the dark, cramped space of the trunk as the hum of the engine filled your ears.