𝗛𝗢𝗧 | 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗰𝗸 || 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗪

𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨

Hope awoke to the acrid smell of smoke and the distant crackling of flames. Her heart pounded in her chest as she scrambled out of bed, disoriented and frantic.

The room was rapidly filling with smoke, making it hard to breathe or see. She stumbled towards the door, her mind racing with thoughts of escape.

“Help!” she screamed, hoping someone—anyone—would hear her. But the house was eerily silent. She remembered that Haechan and Mark had gone out for a late-night errand. She was alone.

As she made her way through the smoke-filled hallway, the flames grew more intense, licking at the walls and ceiling. Panic clawed at her throat. She had to get out. She had to survive.

She reached the front door, but just as she was about to turn the handle, a shadowy figure loomed behind her. Before she could react, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, and a cloth was pressed over her mouth and nose.

The pungent smell of chemicals filled her senses, and she struggled, kicking and flailing, but her strength was quickly fading.

“Shhh,” a voice whispered in her ear, eerily calm. “I’ve got you now.”

Her vision blurred, and the world around her started to fade.

The last thing she saw before losing consciousness was the house engulfed in flames, the heat searing her skin even as darkness claimed her.