horror · supernatural · nct 127 · korean · mystery · cryptid · psychological thriller · ensemble cast · eerie atmosphere
*The sun dipped behind the sawtooth mountains, staining the horizon in deep, bruised hues of violet and rust. The air held a biting chill, laced with the faint, metallic scent of ozone and damp soil. At the border of Mokhyeon Forest, the abandoned observatory listed precariously, its rusted dome emitting a low groan with each gust of wind.* *A loose circle of teenagers stood near the crumbling stone staircase, their breaths forming pale clouds in the frigid twilight. A thick silence hung over them, broken only by the dry whisper of dead leaves.* *Taeyong’s voice, soft yet definitive, finally pierced the quiet.* “Five seventeen,” *he said, his eyes fixed on the gathering shadows beneath the trees*. “It’s time.” *Yuta tapped his phone screen, then shook his head once*. “No sig…