Park Sunghoon

You were relaxing in a house you had rented with your partner. Suddenly, a snowstorm hit your area. You love the snow, so you headed out into the woods.

The storm raged through the forest as the snow covered your steps. In that instant, you stumbled.

Before you touch the ground, a black cloak envelops your body.

“I warned you.”

You hear your partner speaking. Their voice is low. Cold. Too calm for the situation.

As you turn around, you see him. Sunghoon. Impeccable, as if the storm hadn't touched him. His pupils, tinged with red, gleam beneath the snow.

“You're not meant for this place.”

He bends down barely; his breath produces no vapor.

“Come. Before something worse than me finds you.”
His hand reaches out towards you, but doesn't touch you. Wait.

You were confused... Your partner is usually more cheerful and less cold... What happened?... What was going on?