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...shelter, somewhere she could hide from Jungkook's relentless pursuit. But every step she took seemed to lead her deeper into the unknown, the landscape around her becoming more twisted and ominous. The storm raged on, as if it were alive, a malevolent force intent on driving her back into Jungkook's grasp.
Lisa's thoughts raced, the terror clawing at the edges of her sanity. She had to keep it together, had to stay focused. But the darkness around her seemed to press in from all sides, whispering doubts and fears into her mind. What if she couldn't escape? What if Jungkook found her again? The thought sent a jolt of panic through her, but she forced herself to keep moving, to push those thoughts aside.
The wind howled louder, the trees bending and groaning under its fury. And then, through the cacophony, Lisa heard something that made her blood run cold-a voice, faint but unmistakable, carried on the wind.
"Lisa..."
It was Jungkook, his voice filled with a chilling mix of anger and desperation. He was close, too close. Panic surged through her, and she stumbled forward, her feet slipping on the wet ground. She had to get away, had to find somewhere to hide.
Suddenly, she spotted a faint light in the distance, barely visible through the sheets of rain. It flickered like a beacon of hope, and Lisa's heart leapt with a mix of relief and fear. She didn't know what was out there, but anything was better than being caught by Jungkook. She broke into a run, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she raced toward the light.
As she drew closer, the outline of a structure began to take shape-an old, dilapidated cabin, half-hidden by the trees. It looked abandoned, the windows broken and the door hanging off its hinges, but it was shelter, and that was all that mattered. Lisa pushed through the last few yards and reached the door, her hands trembling as she pushed it open.
Inside, the cabin was dark and musty, the air thick with the scent of decay. The floorboards creaked under her weight, and the walls were covered in peeling wallpaper, the patterns long faded with age. But it was dry, and it was safe-at least, safer than being out in the storm. Lisa closed the door behind her, wincing as the hinges groaned in protest.
She leaned against the wall, her body shaking with exhaustion and fear. The light she had seen was coming from an old lantern sitting on a rickety table in the center of the room, its flame flickering weakly. Lisa took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She was safe, for now. But she couldn't let her guard down-not with Jungkook still out there.
As she stood there, trying to gather her thoughts, a cold draft blew through the cabin, causing the lantern's flame to gutter. Lisa shivered, wrapping her arms around herself as she looked around the room. There was something unsettling about this place, something that made her skin crawl. It felt as though she wasn't alone, as though the shadows themselves were watching her.
She took a cautious step forward, her eyes scanning the room. The cabin was small, with only a few pieces of broken furniture scattered about. In the far corner, she saw a narrow staircase leading down to what looked like a basement. The thought of going down there sent a chill through her, but she knew she couldn't stay out in the open. If Jungkook found her here, there would be no escape.
Summoning her courage, Lisa made her way to the staircase. The steps creaked ominously under her weight, each one sending a jolt of fear through her. The air grew colder as she descended, the darkness thickening around her. She reached the bottom of the stairs and found herself in a small, dank room, the walls lined with old shelves filled with dusty jars and broken tools.
As she moved deeper into the basement, something caught her eye-a door, half-hidden behind a stack of old crates. It was small and unassuming, but there was something about it that drew her in. She approached it cautiously, her heart pounding in her chest. The door was made of thick wood, reinforced with metal bands, and it looked much older than the rest of the cabin.
