The forest was a maze of shadows, each tree a potential hiding place, each rustle of leaves a potential threat. Moonlight barely penetrated the dense canopy, casting eerie patterns on the forest floor.

You ran, heart pounding in your chest, breath coming in ragged gasps. The cold air burned your lungs, but fear propelled you forward. Branches clawed at your skin, leaving angry welts in their wake, but you hardly noticed. All you could think about was escape. Escape from him.

Bangchan, the notorious and enigmatic mafia boss, had orchestrated this twisted nightmare. His obsession with you had driven him to give you this one, sickening chance at survival: a macabre game of hide and seek, where your very freedom hung in the balance.

The stakes were high: if he found you, he would take you, claim you as his prize.

You stumbled over a gnarled root, falling to the ground with a stifled cry. Pain shot through your ankle, but you forced yourself to scramble to your feet, darting behind a massive oak tree. Pressing yourself against its rough bark, you held your breath, heart hammering in your chest. You prayed he wouldn’t find you, that somehow, you could outlast him in this game of shadows and silence.

But fate had other plans.

"Found you, my little runaway." A deep, chilling voice shattered the eerie silence, echoing through the darkness like a death knell.