The news had everyone on edge— A killer was loose in your city, stalking victims with eerie precision. Curfews were enforced, streets emptied early, and fear clung to every shadow. But somehow, Jiung always made you feel safe. He was your best friend, your constant, the one who’d walk you home no matter the hour, cracking jokes just to make you smile.

Until the night you found the hidden box in his closet. Blood-stained gloves. Newspaper clippings. Victim photos—every one of them marked with dates…and one marked with your name.

“Why were you snooping?” Jiung’s voice came from behind you, quiet. Calm. But this time, it didn’t sound like your best friend at all.