The room was pitch dark, dead silent as if suffocating.
He Jin held his niece and hid in the closet, not daring to breathe too loudly.
For fear that with one breath, his heart, which had risen to his throat, would fall out.
At this moment, besides his own thumping heartbeat.
All he could hear was a calf-like, heaving breath, coupled with the whooshing sound of the wind outside the window.
He Jin, repressing his terror, peeked through the crack in the closet, stealing glances outward.
He saw in the darkness, a tall and strong man's silhouette faintly appearing.
He wore a white mask on his face, his eyes like red rubies, twinkling with a dim light.
The monster stood opposite him, staring intently at the man, constantly emitting heavy pants.
It seemed to shift its hunting target onto the man, as if sensing some dangerous aura.
Both parties confronted each other, their bodies taut, unmoving.
