Ruhani_Raat
In the dead of night, my companion Jeong Taeui and I trespassed into a long-abandoned mansion, drawn by rumours best left unspoken. Within its rotting halls, we discover six letters-each a confession, each a testament to unspeakable horrors once committed beneath that roof. As we read, the past begins to breathe again, and the line between witness and participant grows perilously thin.
Some spaces are hollow enough to relive its past every moment.
And some lives are never meant to cross paths.
(THIS STORY IS A TAPESTRY KNITTED OUT OF FRAGMENTS OF MY IMAGINATION. HENCEFORTH, ANY RESEMBLANCE TO REAL LIFE, IN ANY SHAPE OF FORM, IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. I DO NOT, IN ANY WAY, CLAIM POSSESSION OF THE CHARACTERS USED HERE, EXCEPT FOR THE ORIGINAL ONES.)