Between two worlds | Chanlix

Real life

P.S. I will try to update more these days but my state is not perfect)....I have tomorrow a halloween party....i have no idea how to get dressed...the cards queen will be, so i need to make crown for me.....hope you have nice Halloween....

The hum of the studio faded as night settled in, leaving Chan to face the unnerving quiet that followed a long day of work. The bright lights overhead flickered slightly, creating an eerie atmosphere that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He glanced around, half-expecting someone to jump out from the shadows, but the hallway remained empty.

Han had left for the night, and the rest of the crew had trickled out, leaving Chan alone in the vast expanse of the studio. He took a deep breath, shaking off the remnants of unease, and gathered his things. The thrill of making music had kept him energized throughout the day, but now, with the lights dimmed and the weight of solitude settling in, the excitement had begun to dwindle.

He turned to the large glass windows that overlooked the city, the night sky painted with the soft glow of lights twinkling like stars. The bustling streets of Seoul seemed so distant from where he stood, ensconced in the quiet sanctuary of creativity that felt strangely suffocating now.

With a sigh, he reached for his phone to check the time. He should have left hours ago, but he was too wrapped up in the work to notice how late it had gotten. He stepped out of the studio, locking the door behind him, and made his way toward the elevator.

As he waited for the doors to slide open, he heard footsteps echoing down the hallway. Chan turned, instinctively scanning the empty space. The sound grew louder, closer, and his heart began to race again. He pressed the button for the elevator, the light illuminating one of the few signs of life in the eerie hallway.

Finally, the elevator doors opened with a soft ding, and Chan stepped inside, pressing the button for the ground floor. As he stood there, the weight of the day pressing on him, he could feel a creeping sense of dread settle in his stomach. It was as if the air had thickened, and the hairs on his arms stood on end.

When the elevator finally reached the ground floor, Chan stepped out, glancing around the nearly deserted lobby. The bright lights felt harsh after the dim ambiance of the studio. He headed toward the exit, pushing through the glass doors and stepping into the chilly night air.

The streets were mostly empty, save for a few scattered pedestrians and late-night revelers. Chan felt a momentary rush of relief; he was almost home. He began walking quickly, the rhythmic sound of his shoes hitting the pavement serving as a distraction from the darkness that loomed around him.

As he crossed a narrow alleyway, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. It was that same feeling from earlier, more potent now, a sense of being watched. He glanced back over his shoulder but saw nothing unusual—just the flickering streetlights casting long shadows along the ground.

Trying to shake off the unsettling sensation, Chan picked up his pace, his heartbeat quickening. He could see the faint glow of his apartment building ahead, but it felt miles away.

Then, from behind him, he heard a voice. "Hey! You!"