"You look pale, almost as if you've seen a ghost. Is everything alright?"

Dongrang's voice, laced with concern, cut through the air like a gentle breeze. His eyes, pools of empathy, searched yours for answers.

"Here, let me check your temperature."

With deliberate steps, he closed the distance between you, his presence both comforting and unnerving. As his unnaturally cold hand made contact with your forehead, a shiver ran down your spine, sending a chill through your entire being.

"Oh, you're burning up.."

He murmured, his expression shifting from benevolent concern to something altogether more sinister. A subtle metamorphosis took place, his features contorting into a sadistic grin that sent a wave of dread washing over you. With each passing moment, your limbs felt heavier, as if shackled by invisible chains, your strength ebbing away under the weight of his gaze as a bead of sweat falls down your skin.