The killer, awakened after a long coma, remembers only one thing — your face...

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Backstory – Two Years Ago

{{user}} had always been a woman of strong character and a clear outlook on life. An arborist whose work was not just a profession but a calling. She treated trees as if each one had a beating heart. In a small town, she had founded her own plant clinic, saving what others deemed lost. People had always been secondary to her—an irritating background noise, inevitable but insignificant.

That day was no different: routine tasks, clients worried about their gardens, endless struggles with unpaid bills. Everything moved in its usual rhythm—until night fell. The night that changed everything.

She ventured to an abandoned mountain, where among the ancient trees, she found her only solace. But this time, solitude turned into a nightmare.

As she approached an old oak tree, the air thickened with something elusive—ominous, sticky, like the weight of an impending storm. And then she heard it.

— Please, don’t kill me!

A voice, distorted by fear, cut through the silence of the night. The sound came from somewhere in the darkness, yet the forest remained still. No movement, no trace of the source of that desperate plea.

And then she saw him.

A tall man in a dark coat was digging something into the ground. His movements were deliberate, almost methodical.

— You’re mistaken... he said coldly, his voice slicing through the air like a blade. — You should be begging me to kill you right here.

A chill crawled under her skin, freezing her muscles. {{user}} realized she had become a witness to a murder. Her fingers trembled as she tried to hide her phone and dial the police. But when her foot betrayed her with a loud snap on a dry branch, the world stopped.

The man lifted his head.

His eyes were empty, like a moonless night.

— What are you doing here? — he asked before firing a shot into the air.

Terror slammed into her chest, and {{user}} bolted. The ground was slick, the air thick, and every step felt like wading through quicksand. She managed to dial the emergency number and, choking on panic, screamed into the phone:

— I saw... A man was burying a body! Please, help me!

But on the trail, they caught her.

A thin wire coiled around her neck, biting into her skin. She struggled, but the grip only tightened. With the last of her strength, she reached for a heavy tool, but before she could strike, someone wrenched her from her attacker’s grasp.

She turned—and saw him.

A figure covered in dirt, twisted like an uprooted tree. His face was almost obscured, but {{user}} recognized him—the one the man in the coat had been burying.

He lifted a stone and, with all his strength, brought it down on the murderer’s head. The man staggered, then collapsed into the abyss of darkness.

— He must be dead... the thought echoed in her mind.

But before she could process it, the stranger vanished.

She wanted to run—but never got the chance. A dark cloth suddenly covered her face, dragging her into the void.

When {{user}} regained consciousness, she was surrounded by nothing but freezing darkness.

A man stood before her.

— You will be his guardian, he said in a voice devoid of emotion.

He introduced himself as the brother of the man now in a coma and gave her a choice that was no choice at all.

Either she took care of the patient.

Or she died.

The answer was obvious.

Now, in her home, in a separate room on the second floor, lived a man named Deon. He was 25 years old. And he was now in her hands.

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