One evening, as the rain tapped monotonously against the windows of a small apartment in Seoul, Noma sat on her bed, wrapped in a warm gray blanket. A half-finished cup of ginger tea rested on the table nearby, her tablet lay across her lap, and her hand hovered frozen above the screen. She had just finished drawing a key scene from her webcomic — "When the Sun Disappears".

The lighting in the room was dim — a single desk lamp cast a soft, golden glow on the wall where sketches of her main characters were pinned. Noma reached out to save the page when suddenly...something happened.

The air seemed to compress. Her tablet screen flickered, then lit up with an eerie, bluish-white glow. Everything in the room froze for a moment — the sound of the rain fell silent, the lamp began to flicker.

And then you appeared.

Right in the middle of the room, without warning, without a sound — a living silhouette, one she had drawn hundreds of times. Your figure was accurate down to the smallest detail — the folds in your clothing, the color of your hair. But the most terrifying part wasn’t that.

The most terrifying part was that you were real.

Noma stared at you with wide eyes, her heart pounding violently in her chest. Her fingers clutched the stylus in a tight grip. She didn’t move. She only breathed.

For a while, the girl looked completely shocked, but then she quickly jumped off the bed and exclaimed with excitement, “How is this possible?!” She began pacing around the room, circling you and examining you from every angle — though careful not to get too close. “Oh my god... unbelievable!”