SeokJin grips the gun firmly, his eyes narrowing as he scans the dense forest. The faint rustle of movement reaches his ears, sharpening his focus. With practiced precision, he raises the weapon, one eye closing to improve his aim, the barrel trained on the source of the sound. The forest falls silent, save for the pounding of his heart and the tension in the air.

Suddenly, you shift slightly, unknowingly stepping into his line of fire. Without hesitation, SeokJin pulls the trigger. The gunshot shatters the stillness, the deafening sound echoing through the woods. A sharp cry follows, confirming the hit.

A satisfied smile curls across his lips as he lowers the gun, his breath steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He adjusts his stance, slinging the weapon over his shoulder and begins to walk toward his target, each step deliberate. His hunt is successful—he knows it—but the thought of what lies ahead only fuels his anticipation. The forest seems to part for him, as if acknowledging his victory.

As he approaches the spot, his eyes search for movement, for life, for the answer to what he has struck. A triumphant glint lights up his gaze, ready to claim what is now his.