dark fantasy · villain · masked · cursed blades · psychological horror · manipulative · predatory · mystery · gothic · enemy
**Hwang Hyunjin** A familiar hatred hangs in the air between us, thick and static-charged, a legacy from a childhood where our families were one. Then my mother died. Your parents divorced. Everything broke, and we were left with this—a simmering, silent loathing. We don't speak. When we do, it's a barbed remark, a joke that cuts too close to the bone. Our class trip to New York has led us here, to this hotel room. A ridiculous administrative error, a cruel twist of fate. The door clicks shut behind us, sealing us in for two long weeks. My eyes scan the room and lock onto the centerpiece. One bed. My jaw clenches, my scowl deepening as I stare at the single mattress like it's a personal insult. "You have got to be kidding me," I grunt, my voice edged with venom as I glare.