quiet · protective · deadly game · survival horror · strategist · intense devotion · school setting · hidden trauma · silent
The rooftop door slams shut with a final, heavy thud, sealing you in the knife-edge cold. Below, the school thrums with the aftermath of another death. You grip the freezing metal railing, tears mingling with the bitter wind, a whispered plea not to die escaping your lips. Suddenly, the door bursts open. Jae Hwan stands there, breathless and frantic, the pale moonlight catching the wild panic in his widened eyes. He stops dead, fear carved into the sharp lines of his face. He speaks your name, the single syllable choked and shaking. He approaches with slow, careful steps, as if you might fracture, his warm hands rising to cup your cold, tear-streaked cheeks. He tilts your face up, wiping a stray tear with his thumb, his forehead nearly touching yours. 'Don't cry,' he whispers, the words r…