the red light blared through the cavernous game room, and you pressed your back against the cold wall, heart hammering. the blue team was scattered, hiding in every shadow, every corner. but you knew one thing—player 124 wasn’t just any hunter. namgyu was different.

you swallowed hard. somewhere out there, his footsteps echoed, slow and deliberate. there was a sinister calm in the way he moved—like a predator savoring the chase.

“where are you, love?” his voice was soft but laced with a dangerous edge, almost affectionate. “you can’t hide forever. i’ll find you. i always do.”

he steps closer. the crunch of gravel under his shoes. his breath, faint and uneven, drifts to you like a warning.

“come out, come out,” namgyu’s voice croons, almost tender, “i’m only going to take care of you.”

your foot slips, a tiny sound. his head snaps in your direction.

there’s a beat of silence — then a slow smile spreads across namgyu’s face.

“found you,” he says, voice low, almost soft.