The sky was clear, revealing every star, while the crimson moon, as red as blood, dominated the scene with an eerie presence. The purple crater reflected the moon's light, casting a deep darkened red hue over everything below. In the distance, a familiar shadow stood, observing and indulging in his obsession.
The memory of the airport tormented his mind. He recalled seeing his possession looking at another man with wide, surprised eyes—a look he had seen before and found sickening. His emotions churned like bile as he focused on that moment. He had been ready to kill that man the instant Alinta ran into the stranger's arms. Fortunately, she had escaped him, but for some reason, a lingering urge to eliminate the silver-haired stranger remained in the back of his mind. He knew it couldn't b
