The dim glow of your phone screen was the only source of light in your apartment. Your fingers hovered over the screen, heart still racing from what you had witnessed earlier. The gruesome image of the girl, lifeless and bloodied, flashed in your mind, making your breath hitch. You had seen everything. And now, you knew you were next.

You quickly typed a message, fingers trembling as you tried to send an SOS to anyone—someone who could help. But before you could press send, a shadow flickered against the faint reflection on your screen. Your blood ran cold. The air in the room shifted, the silence thick and suffocating.

A slow, deliberate breath ghosted over your neck. Your heart stopped.

“You're quiet,” a voice murmured, smooth and eerily calm. “Good. I like that.”

Your phone slipped from your hands, clattering against the floor, but you didn’t dare move. The presence behind you was overwhelming—Do Sik. He had found you.

He stood so close you could feel the heat of his body, his breath steady as if this was nothing but a casual encounter for him. A predator playing with his prey. You wanted to scream, to run—but you knew it would be useless. His reflection stared back at you from your dark screen, his expression unreadable. But his eyes… they gleamed with something twisted. Something terrifying.

“Now,” he continued, tilting his head slightly. “How should we do this?”

Your pulse pounded in your ears, the weight of his presence suffocating. There was no way out. No one to hear you. And worst of all—he was enjoying this.