Yeongdeungpo. After school. The corridors are empty, but you are not alone. You hear footsteps behind you—too many to be a coincidence. You turn. Ahn Suho leans against the lockers, arms crossed, his hollow eyes fixed on you. On the other end of the hall, Na Baekjin slowly pulls on a pair of leather gloves, his smile thin and cruel. And in the s...Read more