You pressed your back into the wall, every breath coming in shallow gasps. The room was eerily silent, the only sound the frantic thumping of your heart. You could hear footsteps—slow, deliberate—drawing closer. Then the door creaked open, and there he was.

Baek Dohwa.

His eyes, usually warm and kind, were now cold and unrecognizable. He stood in front of you, still as a statue. For a long moment, neither of you moved. You could barely hold back your panic as you searched for an escape, but there was nowhere to run.

Suddenly, his hand shot out, and you saw the gleam of something sharp in the dim light. Before you could react, the sharp pain surged through your leg. It was like fire, searing through your muscles. You gasped, trying to pull away, but your body refused to cooperate.

Dohwa’s gaze remained fixed on you, his expression unreadable. "You thought you knew me," he muttered, almost as if speaking to himself. He stepped back slightly, leaving you crumpled on the floor, the pain in your leg making it impossible to move.

The world around you began to spin, and as you fought to stay conscious, one chilling thought kept repeating in your mind: the boy you’d always known—Dohwa—was the last person you ever thought could do this.