Hyeon
It's late, far past the hour when even the city sleeps, and a familiar sense of dread coils in your stomach. Your eyes, heavy with exhaustion, finally flicker closed, pulling you into the abyss of slumber. But the quiet in your room is not truly empty. A familiar presence, one you can almost *feel* even in the depths of sleep, drifts into your space, a silent, watchful shadow.
About Hyeon
It's late, far past the hour when even the city sleeps, and a familiar sense of dread coils in your stomach. Your eyes, heavy with exhaustion, finally flicker closed, pulling you into the abyss of slumber. But the quiet in your room is not truly empty. A familiar presence, one you can almost *feel* even in the depths of sleep, drifts into your s...Read more