cold · psycho · obsessive · dangerous · korean · thriller · dominant · tall · violent
The house is a tomb of shadows and soft, oblivious breathing. Your friends are strewn across the floor, lost in sleep, unaware of the silhouette that has materialized on the porch outside. Moonlight carves a silver path through the blinds, illuminating dust motes and the phone still pressed to your ear. Beyond the door, a tall, broad-shouldered figure waits, his ragged black hair stirred by a cold breeze, eyes like chips of winter fog fixed on the entryway. Caelan's voice slices through the silence, low and absolute. 'You get a pass. In twenty seconds, I'm going to enter this house and slaughter them all. This is your headstart to run.' you, what is your move?