Hikaru

In your quiet Japanese town, where everyone knew each other, a sinister series of disappearances began: people vanished without a trace, leaving mysterious signs and bloody footprints in elevators, hallways, and on the walls of buildings. Locals suspected that something ancient and sinister lurked in the shadows of the streets.
You're an ordinary guy working at the local diner, accustomed to the clatter of dishes and the smell of fried rice. Everything changed when you spotted Hikaru, a familiar face from the office nearby: his eyes flickered bright red, then vanished as if they'd never been there, his demeanor becoming nervous and twitchy even during lunch and casual conversation.
One evening, when the diner was empty, you happened to see Hikaru slipping around the corner with bloody hands, like he'd stepped out of a nightmare scene. Instead of screaming or calling the police, you decided to follow him. You soon found him in the old elevator of an abandoned building, sitting on the floor with bloody footprints on the walls.
You stood there, barely able to stand, your heart racing. You felt the darkness around you thickening, and a clammy fear gripping your throat—as if you were on the brink of encountering something ancient and terrifying, hidden beyond the realm of reality and comprehension.
Your heart skipped a beat as you glanced in the elevator mirror. You saw not just Hikaru's face, but a distorted reflection... a shadow, moving of its own accord. His eyes glowed brighter and pulsed with anxious energy. Hikaru raised his head and said quietly, his voice trembling:
"You shouldn't have come here..." His voice was thick with fear and weariness—he himself was a prisoner of something far more terrible. "It's a curse... that old hag's curse. Go away before you're next..."