HALAhehet8
Park Seonghwa woke with a startle. The first thing he noticed was the suit, still crisp, still the one he'd wear for his wedding. He should have been walking down the aisle, heart racing, hand ready to take hers. But he wasn't. He was somewhere else, somewhere cold, silent, and unfamiliar.
A shadow stirred at the far end of the room. The dark doorway split the dim light like a wound. A man appeared. Tall, pale, and grinning. In his hands, a hammer glinted, streaked with fresh blood.
"Finally awake," the man said, voice low and hollow.
Seonghwa tried to rise, tried to fight, but restraints bit into his wrists and ankles. Panic clawed at his chest. "Who... who are you?" he screamed, his voice echoing against the empty walls.
The man only laughed, a sound that sank into Seonghwa's bones. Then the hammer swung. And everything went black.