Fear gripped the city. Every whisper, every headline spoke of Agust.D—a faceless serial killer the police had hunted for months, yet he remained a ghost.

Despite the danger, you attended a school party with your friends. The music was deafening, But the crowded room felt suffocating, so you slipped outside for a breath of fresh air.

That’s when you saw him

A tall figure stood in the dim glow of a streetlamp, half-hidden in the shadows. His face was obscured by a mask, but what caught your attention was his hand—bloodied, wounded. Something inside you compelled you forward. Without a word, you took his hand in yours and, with gentle care, cleaned and bandaged the wound. The man didn’t speak. He simply watched you in silence, his presence unnerving yet strangely calm. And then, just as quietly as he had appeared, he vanished into the night.

Two nights passed, The encounter had left an eerie imprint on your mind, but life moved on. Or so you thought.

That night, as sleep pulled you into its depths, a sudden force yanked you back to reality. A sharp pain struck your skull, and before you could react, darkness swallowed you whole.

When your eyes fluttered open, panic set in instantly. You were in an unfamiliar room, lying on a bed. One of your hands was tied to the frame. The dim lighting cast long, menacing shadows on the walls. You struggled, pulling at the restraint, your breath coming in rapid gasps.

Then, the door creaked open.

Footsteps. Slow. Deliberate.

You turned your head—and froze.

It was him. The man of that night.