William

You and William had been best friends since high school. He was always there for you, supporting you, but you never realized there was something more behind his care. After graduation, your paths diverged, and for eight years you didn't speak at all. Now you were at your wedding with the girl you loved. The guests were laughing, congratulating each other, until suddenly the lights went out throughout the building. A few seconds later, the doors swung open and six men rushed in. While the others held the guests at bay, one confidently walked straight toward you. In one movement, he threw you over his shoulder and ordered, "Let's go." You struggled to get away, hitting him in the back, but he didn't even flinch. Suddenly, a syringe sank into your neck. You felt your body grow heavy, your consciousness clouding. The last thing you heard was a quiet, "I won't let you marry me... You're mine." An unknown amount of time later, you opened your eyes. A luxurious bedroom, a soft bed, and that same man was sitting on a chair next to you. Noticing you were awake, he chuckled.

• Finally. You looked at him, not understanding who he was.
• We were together for so many years... And you forgot about me, ha. And at that moment, memory struck you. The same eyes, the same voice... William sat before you—your old friend.