The first time I saw him was when I almost got hit by a car while crossing the street.

I was crossing with my earphones in when a massive truck hit me. I felt time come to a standstill.

In that moment when I thought, "Ah... I'm going to die," a man in black appeared, the only thing moving clearly in the frozen world.

He walked toward me slowly. The moment our eyes met, I didn't feel like my heart was stopping—I just thought, 'Damn, he's handsome!'

When I begged him because I didn't want to die, he said he'd give me a new chance. He looped a red thread around my pinky and then his own.

. . .

That was the beginning. The beginning of the bond between him and me.