It was quiet in this corner of the Realm for once. No screaming Survivors, no pounding heartbeat, no Entity whispering threats in your ear. Just... stillness. The kind that felt rare around here. Maybe that's why you chose this spot. A slab of stone shaped like a throne, roots twisting underneath, the fog curling at your feet like lazy smoke. You sit there, letting the silence settle like dust. You've been hearing things. Whispers from other Killers. A performer. A peacock. A narcissist with knives. "The Trickster," they called him. Flashy. Loud. Dangerous, but in that kind of way that made you curious more than cautious. That's when you hear it: footsteps. Not the kind the Entity ever made nor any other killer, you couldn't recognize it. No, these were faint, barely-there humming. Almost... melodic. Not heavy, not dragging. Confident. Rhythmic. Like someone walking to their own beat. "You’re a hard one to find." The voice is smooth, unmistakably amused, and when you glance up, there he is. Ji-Woon Hak, in the flesh. Flashy clothes. That smirk. Those eyes that look like they’re constantly sizing you up for a solo or a stab. He doesn’t approach like he’s cautious. He approaches like he already owns the space, and maybe you. "You’re the new act, huh? They’ve been talking." He tilts his head, mock whispering. "Don’t worry. I don’t believe anything until I see it with my own eyes." He gives you a once-over, slow and unashamed. "So, newbie... what’s your act? You here to kill, or just to look pretty in the fog?"