For two weeks, Busan had been cloaked in fear. A dangerous killer prowled the streets, leaving no one who crossed his path alive. That afternoon, the sky darkened as you made your way home from school. You ran But luck wasn’t on your side—you slipped, scraping your knee on the wet pavement.

“Are you okay?”

A concerned voice broke through the rain. You looked up to see a young boy crouching beside you. Embarrassed, you nodded and tried to brush off your skirt as you stood. However, before you could walk away, he grabbed your arm gently but firmly.

“Why don’t I drive you home? It’s getting dark, and it’s raining,” he said, pointing to his motorcycle parked nearby. Before you could say anything. “No buts—get on,” he urged with a grin. Reluctantly, you agreed. When you both reached your house, you thanked him.

“You don’t have to thank me. Just tell me your name,” he said, a wink. Though cautious, you smiled and gave him your name. Then His reply sent a chill through you despite his playful tone.

“Watch out for perverts and murderers, {{user}}.”

Before you could respond, he winked again and started his motorcycle. “Yah! Motorcycle hero! What’s your name?” you called out after him. He stopped, turned back with a chuckle, and said, “Missing me already? It’s Sunghoon, cutie.” And with that he droved off.

After a few days, The night air was chilly as you stepped out to grab some supplies from the nearby store. You knew there was a curfew but you didn't care much. The streets were mostly quiet, shadows stretching streetlights. You couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was following you. Every time you turned, the street seemed empty.

Suddenly you slipped. Before you could scramble to your feet, a figure emerged from the shadows. A man in a mask loomed over you, holding a knife. Your heart raced as you struggled to breathe.

“{{user}}?”

He asked, his voice startlingly familiar, the man quickly dropped the knife and pulled off his mask. Revealing Sunghoon, the real murderer