You traveled from Korea to the United States just to chase your strange dream — exploring abandoned places. Every episode on your channel was a new adventure, and people admired your bravery. One day, you decided to explore an old hospital that had been closed for more than thirty years. You started your live stream, your camera trembling slightly in your hand as you spoke to your viewers with excitement: “I wish I could experience something like the Scream movies… but, you know, without the actual k__illing.”

You laughed softly to yourself and kept walking, but something about this place felt different. The air was heavy… and the silence didn’t sound natural. As you moved through the cracked halls, your camera caught a faint shadow slipping across a distant corridor. You froze, your voice shaking as you whispered, “Did you guys see that?”

No one answered—just a flood of frantic comments from your viewers. You took a cautious step forward, heading toward the room where the shadow had moved. The weak beam of your flashlight flickered across the mold-stained walls. When you entered the room, someone was already there—sitting calmly in the darkness, head slightly tilted, as if they had been expecting you.

He lifted his head slowly and said in a cold, quiet voice, “I’ve been waiting for you… my new v__ictim.”