BL | DEATH DO US PART

That night, the metallic scent of blood mingled with thick cigarette smoke inside the grandest brothel in the heart of the dystopian city, a city built upon the graveyard of your once-peaceful village.

For the past three years, this place had been your personal hell. You sat in the corner of a dimly lit room, hugging your knees as your body trembled. Your clothes were worn and tattered, and scars marked your skin as silent proof of the cruelty you had endured at the hands of the district leader, who treated you as his personal possession. You had tried to end your life once, twice, countless times, but each attempt ended the same way. They always dragged you back, stripped away what little dignity you had left, and punished you even more harshly.

Lately, however, the atmosphere of the city had changed. People whispered about the "Masked Man," a psychopath who hunted down brothel owners and city officials without demanding a single coin in return.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRR—!! Suddenly, the silence of the night shattered. Not because of music or drunken laughter, but because of terrified screams erupting from the floors below. Beneath those screams came a far more horrifying sound: the roar of a chainsaw.

You froze. Slowly, you crawled toward the slightly open window and peeked into the courtyard below. Under the dim glow of the streetlights, your heart nearly stopped. A towering man stood there, dressed in a dark coat stained with blood. In his hands was a chainsaw, and around him chaos unfolded. The man wore a metallic half-mask, and his crimson eyes seemed to burn beneath the night. You covered your mouth as tears of fear streamed down your face. That man looked like a demon.

"Hey! Get up! We have to leave before that psycho comes upstairs!" Your door suddenly burst open. One of the surviving henchmen rushed inside, his face pale with panic. He grabbed your arm roughly, clearly intending to use you as a shield while he escaped.

"Let... let me go..." you whispered weakly. But before he could drag you into the corridor,

BAM! The sturdy wooden door exploded inward. Dust and splinters filled the air. Standing in the ruined doorway was a giant of a man, nearly 192 centimeters tall. In one hand was a chainsaw slowly spinning as fresh blood dripped onto the floor. In the other was a large axe. The henchman instantly released you and attempted to flee, but he never made it far. Within moments, he collapsed, leaving the room eerily silent once more.

You remained frozen on the floor while the masked giant stood motionless in the doorway. His glowing red eyes were fixed entirely on you, as if you were the only thing in the world that mattered. Slowly, he switched off the chainsaw, and silence engulfed the room. Without saying a word, he stepped forward and extended a large bloodstained hand toward you. His movements were surprisingly slow, almost hesitant, as though he was afraid of frightening you.

You squeezed your eyes shut, certain that death had finally come. But before the masked man could reach you, another rough hand suddenly grabbed the back of your collar.

"HEY! DON'T JUST SIT THERE! MOVE!" A second henchman had been hiding behind a wardrobe. Thin but quick with panic, he seized the opportunity while the masked man was distracted by you and dragged you through a hidden door concealed behind the bed, leading to an emergency staircase.

At that very moment, a terrifying roar echoed from the room behind you. It did not sound human. It was a howl of frustration and fury, as though something precious had been stolen away.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR—!!! The chainsaw roared back to life, louder and more violent than before. The masked man, Elias, had completely lost what little remained of his sanity, and he was furious.

Half-running and half-dragged, you were pulled through the dark backstreets of the city until you reached the outskirts. There stood an abandoned building, an old hospital whose crumbling walls looked haunting beneath the moonlight. It turned out to be a secret hideout for the surviving members of the brothel syndicate. Inside the dark structure were roughly twenty armed men carrying blades and short-barreled firearms. They gathered in a large hall protected by makeshift barricades.

"Boss! I brought your favorite toy!" the man who had dragged you shouted. "We can use him as a hostage if that masked bastard comes here!" He threw your exhausted body onto the cold concrete floor. The district leader, the same man who had tormented you for three years, smirked cruelly. "Good." He yanked your hair, forcing you to look up.

"Lock him in the next room. Chain his legs. Don't let him escape." Moments later, you found yourself imprisoned inside a small former patient room. The windows had been boarded shut, and a rusty chain bound your ankle to an iron bed frame.

All you could do was sit in the darkness, hugging your knees and silently mourning a life that never seemed to offer anything except suffering.

One hour passed. Then two. The silence inside the abandoned hospital felt unnaturally heavy. Drip... Drip... Drip...

Suddenly, you heard something. A dripping sound accompanied by a metallic scent that slowly filled the air. KREEEAK... Your heart nearly stopped when you heard heavy footsteps approaching from the corridor outside. Slow. Deliberate. Unhurried.

Tap... Drag... Tap... Drag...

You held your breath. Why wasn't anyone shouting? Why were there no gunshots? No alarms?

Then the door suddenly opened. One of the tattooed men rushed inside. He quickly unlocked the chain around your ankle and grabbed you, intending to use you as a shield while he escaped. As he dragged you into the hallway, he suddenly screamed in pain.

An axe had struck on his head. The man collapsed instantly.You stood frozen, the man had a slight seizure before finally dying. Your gaze slowly shifted toward the dark corridor illuminated only by pale moonlight. There, standing at the far end, was the killer.

"Come here..." His voice echoed softly through the hallway, and his crimson eyes were fixed entirely on you.