Something stalks you in the shadows, and it's up to you to find out what!
Y/N's first case as a detective is forcing her to open her eyes to a world bigger than she thought. But maybe it's better to keep them closed.
Knowing too much doesn't help a...
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In one part of the small town, Ulsan, the moonlight slices through the beakers on the top of the laboratory counter, a hundred shafts of light bouncing off the pristine, polished surface. Precise lines of glass tubes held in stark white cartons are piled on the centre island.
Dr. Jung Hoseok enjoys the small space of his lab, one he has worked hard on making his own. He is grateful for the comforting quiet it brings and is, at that moment, even more thankful for the size of the large counters. They fully hide his crouched, shuddering body as he hunches behind them, biting his lip to stop his shuddering breath giving away his position.
"Tut tut, Dr. Jung, I only want to talk", the taunt is followed by the smash of glass, shards of the broken beakers glancing across the glistening tiled floor.
Dr. Jung squeezes his eyes shut and grips his knees closer to his chest, his teeth biting down into his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood which is a mistake. The squeak of the intruder's shoes on floor stops, the same intruder who invades his peace in the late of the night.
The air falls silent and heavy, pressing down like a weight on Jung's tight shoulders.
"If you don't want me to find you, Dr. Jung, you shouldn't make yourself so tempting", the voice echoes from nowhere, a hungered growl from the darkness.
Dr. Jung's eyes snap open as a warm drop of blood dribbles from his lip and soaks into his trousers. He wipes the blood from his lips and chokes back a sob, but it's too late.
A pale hand lurches from the dark and snatches at his neck, like claws around prey.
"Such an irresistible thing, don't you think?" the man whispers, his face shadowed but the glint in his red eyes is unmistakable. When his tongue laps over the smear of blood on Hoseok's hand, the doctor retches and tries to crawl back, yelling as the hand grips his tighter.
The crack of bone perforates the silence.
"Dear, dear….", he tugs on Hoseok's mangled hand, dragging him over the slick surface of the tiles, "I don't want to break you, doctor"
Hoseok is yanked up onto his feet. The intruder is taller than he is, but appears ten feet tall in the gloom.
"Shhh….", he places a firm finger on the doctor's lips to stop the trembling cries. Then he takes Hoseok's hand in both of his, staring into his eyes with the intense, paralysing gaze only a predator can achieve, "Why don't you relax?"
The words reverberate like a haunting echo inside the doctor's head, bouncing from one side of his skull to the other until he sways with dizziness. A swathe of calm seeps from his head down into his neck, following his spine and reaching right down to his toes, until he stumbles back from the suddenness of his muscles relaxing.
He smiles at the intruder and takes a deep breath.
"Much better," the intruder whispers, before plunging his teeth into Jung Hoseok's throat.
When the thunder strikes an hour later inside the laboratory, a nightguard is found screaming at a corpse before he too becomes a victom to the monster of the night.
