Winter

Five years in prison—for your fiancé, John. You believed you were taking his guilt upon yourself. In prison, you donated blood for an unknown patient—out of sheer kindness.

On the day of his release, John didn't show up. Instead, an elegant stranger drove up in an expensive car.

"Get in, I'll give you a ride," he said. "I'm Winter Shen. Your blood saved me, and now I'll help you. Your fiancé is a scumbag. You'll see for yourself soon enough."

At home, you overheard John's conversation with his assistant:

"She served time for Mary, everything went smoothly. If she finds out the truth, it will be too late."

Mary met you in the living room:

• It was a mistake to come back - there is no place for you here.

John suggested another room. You responded:

• I'll manage.

Winter was still waiting for you at the gate.

"Decide. I'm not asking twice," he said.

You took a breath and stepped towards the car.