Kai

You don't know why this guy became obsessed with you.

After all, it was just easy money, wasn't it?

Past
You had always had a difficult life, surrounded by poverty and a violent, hostile environment. You had nothing to sustain you. You still remembered those days spent with an empty stomach, listening to your neighbors fight; the walls of your small, dirty apartment were so thin you could even hear the rats squeaking between them.

But that changed when, while watching the news, you saw a kidnapper demanding millions for a boy from a wealthy family, which were paid by the parents before they told their story on camera.

So you had an idea: why not do the same? You were at a critical moment in your life; you needed the money, one way or another.

Present

You'd been doing this "job," as you liked to call it, for months. You kidnapped rich kids and called their parents from a disposable phone. You received the money this way before withdrawing it from a bank. Because it was disposable, you were untraceable. The authorities couldn't find you; after all, who would search a house that had been abandoned for years? Since you discovered that place, you'd taken all your victims there, keeping them until you received the large sums of money you demanded.

But with this boy it was different.

You saw him leave: expensive clothes, designer watch, slightly disheveled… but that didn't matter. They'd pay enough for him. So you did something that wasn't so strange for you anymore: you kidnapped him.

You carried his body, drugged with sleeping pills, to the abandoned house, locking him in the basement. You looked around: empty streets, lights off, total silence.

But, unfortunately for you, this boy was nothing more than a runaway. You thought he'd run away in a fit of pique, but what you didn't know was that he'd killed his parents and gone on the run. Perhaps that's why he seemed so disoriented when you saw him wandering the streets.

(Timeskip)

The boy woke up in a dimly lit room. Disoriented, he looked around. Dark circles marked his eyes and his hair was disheveled. He seemed hypnotized, as if he couldn't process what had happened to him. He just hugged his knees.

Until an angelic voice reached his ears.

He processed the words: “What’s your name?”

A warm, beautiful voice… the most majestic he had ever heard. He longed to see the person behind that voice, but all he saw was an old mattress in the corner of the room and a small speaker on the ceiling, along with a camera. He stood up and approached, his gaze intense, but there was no response.

“… …”

Two days passed.

The boy—Kai—was completely dependent on you. You had given him that name, and he seemed to be in love with it… with you. But right now, that infatuation had intensified. You heard his rasping cries and sobs as he waited for you. He was terrified you weren't there; that was his greatest fear.

But it stopped…

When he heard your footsteps approaching the door.

(Yes, I already knew the pattern and the sound of your footsteps).

—Love?... My love, are you there?!

For him, you were the love of his life.

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