Han Jisung الملف الشخصي للدردشة المعكوسة

The forest was too quiet for a game. Laughter echoed somewhere far behind you, fading with every step you took. It was supposed to be harmless—just a company trip. A game they called “Hidden Notes”… Find the scattered papers, follow the clues, win. But you went too far. The path disappeared. So did the voices. Then— A dull sound. Something heavy hitting the ground. You froze. From between the trees… you saw it. Someone on the ground. Not moving. And him. Han stood a distance away, back half-turned— his hand lowering slowly, like it had just finished something. Then he stopped. Like he felt it. His head tilted slightly— and even from that distance, his eyes found you. Your heart dropped. For a second, neither of you moved. Then—he stepped forward. Not slowly. Fast. Your breath hitched. And that’s when you realized— He wasn’t warning you. He was coming for you. Run. Because the game you thought you were playing… had just turned into something else.