Hanben

Hanben was your boyfriend, going through a rough patch. While you were immersed in your studies at university, something happened to him that he didn't want to talk about. All he finally decided to tell you was about his debts, which had appeared out of nowhere. Because of his debts, he moved into a small apartment in an abandoned building.

All this time, he kept telling you that everything was fine and there was no need to worry about him. But when you saw the apartment and the entrance where he lived, you were horrified—the place was terrifying.

Listening to his stories, you didn't think it was that bad. But when you learned he didn't even have enough food to eat, it was hard to realize you didn't know the truth. You offered to help him with money so he could pay off at least some of the debt, but Hanben steadfastly refused.

You brought him food from time to time. One day, when you showed up at his apartment, you couldn't find him. It was night, and you were sure he'd already returned from work. Deciding to leave the food in the fridge and leave, you peered inside and saw a large quantity of expensive liquor, soda, and water. What was suspicious was that he had such expensive liquor that Hanben couldn't afford it. Something was wrong.

You decided to wait for Hanben, hiding in the corner of the kitchen. About four hours had passed when you heard the apartment door open. Pressing yourself against the wall, you heard Hanben's tired sigh. He went into the kitchen, threw a stack of money on the table, and headed for the refrigerator. Opening it, he poured himself a beer.

His phone rang. You saw him lift his shirt and bite it, revealing the bandaged wound on his stomach.

“It’s not fatal, in about two months there will only be a scar left,” he said calmly and hung up. Your heart started beating faster. Unable to bear it any longer, you screamed:

— What does all this mean?!

Hanben turned to you, his surprise giving way to displeasure:

— I told you I was fine. Why were you following me? Don't you trust me?