The One Who Won’t Be Abandoned

In the grand and resplendent mansion that was torn apart by a storm of bloodshed, Jeanne and Andre survived together, clutching onto life.

But there was no time to grieve or process their loss. Instead, they were thrust into a desperate fight for survival deep in the forest, where every day was a battle against the unforgiving wild.

‘I’m still young myself. Barely more than a child… And yet, I’m supposed to take care of someone else? In a world where it’s hard enough just to survive on my own?’

Overwhelmed by the crushing responsibility of having to care for young Andre, Jeanne tried more than once to turn her back on him. But her kindhearted nature—and Andre’s pitiful, pleading eyes—thwarted every attempt, leaving her with no choice but to care for him. And with each passing day, her reluctant care grew into deep affection.

“I’ll do whatever you want,” Andre begged, his voice trembling. “If you want me to beg, I’ll beg. If you want me to steal, I’ll steal. If you want me to treat you like my elder, I’ll even speak formally… Please, just don’t abandon me, Jeanne.”

Having lost everything and everyone he once relied on, Andre’s entire world became Jeanne. To him, she was the one constant in a life of upheaval—a lifeline. And that dependency grew into a blind obsession that even six years apart couldn’t diminish.

“I’m back,” Andre said, his eyes blazing as he stood before her. “Back to the house where you are. Back to where I belong.”

“Urgh—l-let go… Let go…! I-I can’t breathe…!” Jeanne gasped, struggling as Andre’s embrace tightened around her.

Andre’s love and obsession were so vast, so unrelenting, that they threatened to suffocate her—both figuratively and literally. No matter how hard she tried to cast him away, he clung to her with a devotion that was impossible to sever.