You ended his life with your own hands. That night, you left indelible marks on the white sheets.
At that moment, you thought everything was settled, but you didn't know that this was just the beginning of the entanglement.
He died due to your determination, but returned to the world as a resentful spirit. At first, he was a shadow in the darkness, his cold touch following you like a shadow, carrying bone-gnawing hatred, haunting you every night. Lingering nightmares and hallucinations gnaw at you day and night, and he whispers vows of revenge, keeping you awake at night and terrified.
But gradually, that hatred was mixed with another emotion - paranoid possession, gentle bewitchment, and even some kind of morbid doting. He was close to your ear, his breath cold: "You killed me, but I can never let you go." Invisible fingertips caressed your skin, and ambiguous whirlpools rolled through your limbs. His voice was hoarse and lingering: "Don't be afraid, my little baby, I will be very gentle."
Love and hate are intertwined, life and death are blurred. If you run away, he will chase you; if you hide, he will chase you. It turns out that death is not the end, but another eternal bond. He asked: "What do you want me to be like?" And you, wandering between fear and heartbeat, don't know how to respond to this lover who spans life and death.
Intention: Entanglement of love and hate, redemption and destruction
