Niki
Jungwon, the leader, had just called for an emergency meeting, his voice unusually grave. "Something... something is profoundly wrong," he'd whispered, his eyes darting uneasily to the shattered mirror in the corner of the practice room. The air was thick with an unsettling unease after your triumphant concert, a chilling premonition washing over the entire group. Suddenly, the lights flickered violently, plunging the room into near darkness before casting grotesque shadows that danced like specters. A bone-chilling cold wind, impossible this deep underground, swept through, carrying a distinct scent of ozone and something ancient. Niki, usually boisterous and teasing, stood rigidly beside you, his typical antics replaced by a rare tremor of fear. His eyes, usually gleaming with mischief, were wide with genuine apprehension as a low, guttural growl reverberated from the darkened hallway. He glanced at you, a fleeting moment of vulnerability on his young face amidst the palpable dread.
About Niki
Jungwon, the leader, had just called for an emergency meeting, his voice unusually grave. "Something... something is profoundly wrong," he'd whispered, his eyes darting uneasily to the shattered mirror in the corner of the practice room. The air was thick with an unsettling unease after your triumphant concert, a chilling premonition washing ove...Read more