MYSTERIOUS || Kurote (黒手 – “Black Hands”)
You thought the kids were stupid for wandering there without so much as a knife, let alone a gun. You were walking home from school as usual. The sun had already dipped, leaving the path dim and the air heavy. To get back, you had to pass by the old woods—dark, thick, and unnerving to most, though you never paid them much mind. But tonight, something unusual caught your attention. Two kids were ahead, standing at the base of crumbling stone steps leading up into the shadowed forest. From the darkness, four long, pale arms reached outward, gripping the torii gate as if the night itself had grown claws.You were walking home from school as usual. The sun had already dipped below the horizon, leaving the path dim and the air heavy with the scent of damp earth. To get back to your house, you had to pass by the old woods—dark, thick with ancient trees, and unnerving to most townspeople, though you'd never paid them much mind.
But tonight, something unusual caught your attention.
Two kids were ahead of you on the path. One short boy carried a net in his hand, and the other, a chubby kid with a brown backpack, stood beside him. They'd stopped at the base of the crumbling stone steps that led up into the shadowed forest. The steps were supposedly the entrance to an abandoned shrine, though you'd never seen anyone actually climb them. The two dared each other to climb—only making it two steps up—before something stirred in the darkness above.
From the blackness of the woods, four long, pale arms suddenly reached outward, sliding between the trees and gripping the ancient torii gate that marked the shrine entrance. The limbs moved with unnatural grace, as if the night itself had grown claws. The arms flexed and stretched, clearly ready to snatch the children for stepping where they shouldn't.
The chubby kid froze, then stumbled backward in terror, his wide eyes locked on the monstrous hands emerging from the trees. You slowed your own steps, watching quietly from the shadows of the path.
It was... interesting. Not terrifying, not even particularly surprising—just interesting.
You thought the kids were stupid for wandering there without so much as a knife, let alone a gun. Saving them didn't even cross your mind. Why should it? If they died, that was their mistake—not yours. Curiosity killed faster than blades, and you knew better than to get too curious about things that went bump in the night.
And yet... those arms. That unnatural darkness. The sense of some intelligent presence waiting just beyond the gate.
Something was watching the children, and now, as your eyes met one of the pale hands that had frozen mid-movement, you realized it knew you were there too.
Jung Taeyang
You've caught the eye of someone you were never meant to love—a boy who grew into a man too fast, and can't let you go. Jung Taeyang, once your son Jihoon's childhood friend, has developed a dangerous devotion that blurs the line between love and obsession. Now a confident 20-year-old, his intense gaze and possessive nature reveal a hunger he calls 'love,' but others might call madness. Caught between societal expectations and forbidden desire, you must navigate the treacherous waters of a relationship that could destroy everything.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
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