"In the land of Korea, in the year 1672, a formidable king kim taehyung ruled with an iron heart. His piercing gaze and ruthless demeanor struck fear into the hearts of all who crossed his path. He was a monarch who would not hesitate to behead anyo...
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A girl running from a shadow who was chasing her for long time. Blood flowing from your feet. As she fled through the darkness, her bare feet pounded the earth with a desperation that seemed to match the turmoil in her chest. The unknown shadow pursued her, its presence as ominous as the stormy weather that threatened to consume her. The ropes in its hand seemed to writhe like snakes, ready to ensnare her at any moment.
Her tattered French dress, stained with mud and torn in places, clung to her body as she darted through the darkness, her eyes scanning the unfamiliar terrain for an escape route. But every path led to a dead end, and the shadow drew closer, its eyes burning with an otherworldly intensity that seemed to pierce through the darkness.
The storm unleashed its fury, and she stumbled and fell, her cry of terror lost in the thunder's deafening roar. The shadow loomed over her, its smile a malevolent gleam in the darkness.
"You came of your own choice, little doll," it sneered, its voice low and menacing. "But you won't able to leave without my choice and that's never gonna be happen."
The words sent a chill down her spine, and she knew she was trapped. The shadow's eyes seemed to bore into her soul, and she felt a sense of suffocation, as if its gaze was a physical force that could crush her.
And then, as suddenly as it had begun, the nightmare ended. Y/N jolted awake in her bed, gasping for breath as if she'd been running for her life. The moonlight streaming through her window cast an eerie glow on her face as she struggled to calm her racing heart.
But the questions lingered, haunting her like a ghost. Who was this dark figure that haunted her dreams? What did it want from her? And why did its presence leave her with a sense of burning dread, as if its eyes had seared her very soul?
She threw off the covers and got out of bed, her bare feet padding softly on the floor. She went to the window and gazed out into the night, the moon shining brightly in the darkness. A wind blew gently through the trees, its soft rustling a stark contrast to the turmoil that still churned inside her.
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