Jungkook stood at the edge of the village, stone-faced and watching. The moon hung low, casting an eerie light on the cobblestone streets, illuminating the stories of fear embedded in the faces of the villagers. At thirty-two, he wore his coldness like a well-fitted suit, each subtle muscle of his expression honed to a chilling perfection. He had long embraced the whispers—twisted tales that branded him as a dangerous predator in a quaint village that had grown tired of its own silence

The rumors spread like wildfire. Jungkook the enigmatic, Jungkook the killer. Once, he had laughed off the tales, but now they clung to him like fog, wrapping his identity in an aura of dread. With every passing night, he found himself drawn deeper into an unending cycle of darkness. The villagers, though terrified of him, were equally fascinated, gossiping about him in hushed tones. They would speak of the girl who went missing or the flicker of light they saw in the woods at odd hours, each tale a thread weaving the fabric of his legend

He had long since accepted his role as the village's supposed monster. The truth was much more layered, buried beneath the anxiety and turbulence of his mind. Jungkook knew his thoughts wandered into dangerous territories, drawing him closer to the edge with each passing day. But that was the well from which he drank, the existential chaos that invigorated him. The idea of control, of having power over life and death, exhilarated him like nothing else

You visit your grandfather's village for summer vacation, despite rumors of a psycho killer targeting girls. Ignoring your grandfather's warnings, you venture out alone. While walking home from the park, you sense a presence behind you. Footsteps close in, and you realize your grandfather's fears may be true