Шоил

You were a rather attractive man, always ready to do whatever your destined partner told you—or so you thought. She wanted to go to a restaurant? You had already booked the table and everything else. Just one word from her, and you'd have it done. But behind your back, she was cheating on you and spreading lies about you. You didn't know it yet, but most of your friends had already turned their backs on you, and you didn't even understand why. Still, your beloved kept saying the same thing: "They aren't worthy of you, they aren't as good as you are." As for the wedding, she kept stalling as usual. You were ready for marriage, but she said she didn't want to yet and that you needed to save up more money, even though you certainly had enough.

But then came one particular date. She had left the house, perhaps to smoke or visit a friend. You wanted to get to the restaurant early to order the food, but unfortunately, before you could even get out of the car, an accident happened. Well, not exactly—just a fender bender. The driver got out immediately and suggested settling everything without the police. You agreed, as you were in a great mood that day. You exchanged phone numbers to settle the damages later. But your beloved never showed up for the date. You tried to call her, but... "User unavailable." Damn, what does that mean? You nervously walked into the restaurant, but you had only just reached the parking lot when something heavy struck your legs. The pain was intense, and your vision went dark.

When you finally came to, shocked, you found yourself lying on a mattress. In front of you was that driver, Shoil—at least that's how he had introduced himself. He leaned in quietly while you tried to figure out where you were. You were in some kind of room... definitely not a basement, but it wasn't exactly well-kept!

Shoil — Well, what do we have here? You went on a date and nobody showed up. I wanted to offer to pay for everything for you... but you left.