𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 || park sunghoon ff.

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི o1 ; nari ·˚ ༘ *

seori felt her heart drop at the sound of it.

her hands went clammy. she suddenly couldn't feel her feet in her warm winter uggs anymore. she completely froze on the spot. 

a being emerged from the shadows and into the glow of her flashlight. he was tall, practically towering over her in his long, black fur jacket. his jet-black hair  fell into his dark maroon eyes as he looked down on her with a blank stare.

there was no way. this didn't make any logical sense. 

her head felt as if it was spinning. she opened her mouth to scream for her friends to come in and save her, but no sounds came out.

the man only chuckled in response, "for someone who came looking for me, you don't look very delighted."

"i-i wasn't looking for you!" she said defensively, clearly not registering the words she was saying until they left her lips.

he smirked, bringing his head down to meet with her at eye-level, "oh, that's right. you were looking for nari the night-roamer."

she wanted to run, but it was like the soles of her fluffy shoes were superglued to the floors of the chapel. he rolled his eyes at her lackluster response.

"i could call her for you if you wanted to see her that badly. but i don't think she'd be very happy to be leaving paris after just getting there. it's pretty far to swim from here, y'know?"

seori's jaw dropped immediately at that. so she was real? 

kum nari, the ghost of a siren who had been rumoured to haunt the campgrounds and lure young men towards the depths of the pristine lake waters, before sinking her sharp fangs into their ankles and dragging them to the heart of the ocean and sinking them hundreds of feet deep under, never to be seen again.

she had once been a normal teenage girl who aspired to become an artist. much like all the others who attended the camp. she was an extremely talented sculptor, she would create these life-sized pieces reminiscent of greek mythology statues. she had been working on one piece in particular for a year, almost, wanting to enter it into mitis's annual competition.

one day, after finishing working on her statue for practically the entire day, she locked it up in one of the many art rooms, and the next morning, around two, she felt the itch to keep working on her sculpture... she returned to find it shattered into pieces all over the ground, her expensive impasto paints which she had been saving up to buy for months thrown onto the floor and all mixed together to make a brown, muddy mess.

this awoke something in nari.

so, she took one of the sharpest shards of clay on the ground and hid it in her pocket, before sneaking off to the maintenance room. she knocked the man working in there unconscious with a mop bucket, leaving him laying on the floor, twitching, shaking, blood dripping from his nose. she hacked into the system and monitored every single footage she could find, until she found the culprit.

yuri. a well-liked girl amongst all of the camp goers. she won the competition every year. she was loved by all of the mentors.

particularly, mentor kihyun...

sure, nari could've done what she had done to the maintenance guy all over again. even better, with the shard of dried clay she had collected from the scene.

but why do that... when she could do better?

she return to the art room, destroyed all of the cameras, took the shard and slit her arms, her face, her legs... until she was dripping with blood. she smeared her impasto paints all over her hair, her clothes, her body, then, she laid in the pile of broken clay and played unconscious for the next few hours, until a mentor walked in and found her.

she was rushed to the first aid bay immediately, allowing herself to be tended to as she laid there with her eyes closed for another few hours.

until she awoke again. when asked what happened, the crocodile tears started. she told the head of the camp an entire fable. according to her, yuri had been bullying her since she first started going to camp, at the age of thirteen... the night before, she had completely on accident found her with mentor kihyun in the storage room whilst looking for some sculpting tools. nari had tried to go to the head councillor immediately, but yuri caught up with her, and dragged her back into the art room, throwing her into her sculpture and sending it shattering into smitherines... and, well... it was clear to the councillor where the rest of the story was headed.

the scandal had gotten huge. mentor kihyun was fired and brought to the police immediately. and yuri... well, nobody ever saw her at camp, or ever again for that matter. according to her parents, their sweet angel girl had run away... she never returned home even after she was expelled from camp.

they found yuri's body in the woods a week after. she had been stabbed repeatedly with shards of clay and sculpting tools... and nari's fingerprints were found all over the murder weapons.

she was dragged with the police in handcuffs, trying her hardest to shake herself out of their grip, kicking and screaming. until finally, she freed herself the grip. nobody knows how she managed to kill all four of the police officers escorting her even in her handcuffs, but they were found dead in the lake a day after, with nari's crooked bite marks all over their ankles... along with nari herself, sunken to the bottom, cuffs on her wrists and a devilish smirk still on her lifeless face.

...

"she just left for paris too. packed all her bags and everything. she'd be pretty pissed at me if i called her back just so you could meet her." the guy said with a sigh, "that's too bad for you."

seori's whole body stunned still. she didn't know what to say. she had forgotten how to move.

until, the five minute timer went off. the challenge was over. she gasped as she turned her head and the doors of the chapel opened, her friends calling for her from outside. 

when she turned back to see where he was standing, he was gone.

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