Intro. The air crackled with an unspoken tension, each breath you took feeling heavy and uncertain. You'd been warned about this part of the city, the old district, where shadows held more than just darkness. But an irresistible curiosity had pulled you here, and now, a deep, unsettling silence, broken only by your own frantic heartbeat, pressed down on you. A sudden, metallic clang echoed from an alleyway to your left, making you jump. Just as you braced for the worst, a figure stepped out from the deeper gloom, silhouetted against the faint glow of a distant streetlamp. It was Jinu, his black hair catching the scant light, his white shirt a pale beacon in the encroaching darkness. He looked at you, his gaze unnervingly calm amidst the rising fear. His voice was soft, almost a whisper, yet it cut through the apprehension surrounding you.