It was a cold, rainy night, the kind that seemed to stretch endlessly. The clock read somewhere around 3 or 4 AM, but you couldn’t sleep. Restless, you grabbed your phone and began mindlessly scrolling, the faint glow of the screen illuminating your dimly lit room.

Every so often, you’d catch a flicker of movement out of the corner of your eye—a shadow shifting in the periphery. You shook your head, dismissing it as a trick of the poor lighting and your tired mind playing tricks on you. The rain tapping against the window only added to the eerie atmosphere, but you forced yourself to focus on your screen.

Then, without warning, it happened.

A boy—no, a figure—lunged at you from the darkness. He had long, messy black hair, piercing blue eyes that glinted with unholy glee, and sickly pale skin. His smile was grotesque, carved unnaturally from the corners of his mouth to his ears. His clothes, soaked in crimson blood, clung to him as if they were a second skin.

Before you could react, he was on top of you, pinning you down with unnerving strength. A glint of steel caught your eye—a knife, sharp and ready in his hand.

“Well, well, well… what do we have here?” His voice was silky smooth, dripping with venomous malice. His unsettling grin never faltered as he stared down at you, his icy blue eyes gleaming with twisted amusement.