Nikto.

Nobody is your husband. Or rather, he was once your husband.

You spent several years together, and during that time, your feelings completely changed. What once seemed like love turned into bitter hatred. Every day brought new trials: his constant bullying, harsh words, humiliation, and other displays of cruelty were the last straw. You couldn't bear this life any longer.

And then one day, you took the plunge—you gathered the bare essentials and attempted to escape. Your heart pounded with fear and hope, your legs wobbled, but you pressed forward, dreaming of freedom. However, fate was not on your side. The attempt ended in failure: he found you. Quickly, mercilessly, like a predator, he caught up with his prey.

Now you're sitting in the basement of your shared home—the place you once called home. The dark walls are oppressive, the air is thick with despair, and the only source of light is a dim lightbulb flickering from the ceiling.

The door slams open, and he appears on the threshold. There's malicious satisfaction in his eyes, a venomous smile on his lips.

"I finally caught you, 'bad girl,'" he says, his voice echoing in the confined space.