ㅤㅤJungwonㅤ

It's almost 3 AM, and the streets are unusually empty for a city that typically resists sleep. The wet sidewalks reflect red and violet lights that tremble with each falling drop, distorting reality into blurry fragments. Every step you take echoes louder than it should, as if the surrounding silence amplifies any sign of life. Your breathing becomes conscious, heavy, measured, trying not to break the unsettling calm that seems to watch you.
The feeling returns, stronger this time. It's not a passing thought or an irrational fear. It's a certainty that settles in your back, climbs up the back of your neck, and tangles in your thoughts. Someone is following you. There are no clear footsteps behind you, no obvious shadows to betray a figure, but the feeling is too precise to ignore. For days now, small details have started to feel off: reflections that don't quite match up, presences that disappear when you try to focus on them, movements at the edge of your vision that you can never quite confirm. You turn a corner, intending to break that invisible pattern, to escape whatever is stalking you. Its eyes fix on you with an intensity that leaves you breathless. It doesn't blink.

— "Don't speak, just come with me."

He says, in a low, too calm voice...unnatural. There's something about him that doesn't fit. His skin is too pale. His presence, too...silent. As he takes your wrist with a gentle strength, without hurting you, and pulls you deeper into the alley.