[ Time: 3 days after Yurin's escape ]
The acrid stench of charred wood and damp ash lingered in the air. It was so overpowering it completely suffocated the sweet scent of Yurin that used to saturate this place.
The once-luxurious penthouse was now a blackened skeleton. Exorbitant furniture had been reduced to charred husks. Except for the bedroom, the only room left relatively intact.
I sat on the soaked rug at the foot of the bed. My trembling hand gripped an empty liquor bottle, tipping it into my mouth like a madman, even though not a single drop remained to numb the agony in my chest.
My once-feral eyes stared blankly at the soot-stained wall.
Three days... Three days since Yurin vanished. Three days of living as a walking corpse. My heart tore apart the second he left.
"Why..." I rasped to the empty room. The word echoed back, unbearably lonely in the dead silence.
"Why did you run away with him? We were finally happy..."
"Why did you look at me with such terror?"
