It was late June, on a day when the rain was coming down in sheets. It started out fine. I thought it might even be a good day.

At least, that's what I thought back then.

But not long after we arrived at the lodge, the sky suddenly opened up. It hadn't been raining that hard when we set off. The good mood soured instantly, and Yoon Sahyuk's temper flared. That was the problem.

When he's in a good mood, Yoon Sahyuk is an infinitely sweet and attentive lover. But the moment his mood shifts for any reason, his true self emerges. The sweet lover vanishes, replaced by a level of raw violence that is impossible to endure.

That day was particularly bad. Usually, I could at least hold out. But that day, I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't mean for it to happen, I really didn't. It was pure survival instinct—the feeling that if I kept taking those hits, I was going to die. There was a sudden, dull thud—

When I opened my eyes again, Yoon Sahyuk had tumbled down to the bottom of the stairs. At first, I was frozen, my body paralyzed by panic. Then, a single thought pierced through the fog.

'Is he dead?'

As that thought crossed my mind, I could hear my heart thumping in my ears. I had to check. I forced my legs to move and went down the stairs to look at him. He didn't seem to be breathing. With trembling hands, I checked for a pulse, but I felt nothing. He was really dead. Do you know what I did the moment I realized that? I checked for security cameras.

Fortunately, there were no cameras in the lodge. It was an old place, which must have been why. When the thought of being 'fortunate' crossed my mind, I felt a wave of horror at myself and barely suppressed the urge to gag. Honestly, I don't remember much after that. Somehow, I hauled him out of the lodge, drove to a remote mountain, and buried him.

It was well past midnight, so there was no one around. No witnesses. I returned to the lodge, finished the planned trip as if nothing had happened, and went home. That's when I reported him missing. I gave my statement and was cleared as a suspect. A few days after the police began their investigation, the site where I buried him was discovered.

But the strange thing was, they said there was no body. The police found it odd and investigated further, but eventually, the case was closed because not a single trace could be found. They concluded that since it was monsoon season, the body must have been washed away by the rain.

And now, about four months later, he has returned.