Noona's journey had just begun, but the path she had chosen was filled with hauntings and secrets hidden within Irin and the feathered mask. Every step she took toward the truth seemed to lead her deeper into a darkness from which there was no turning back. Noona knew well that seeking the answers might bring her peril, yet her heart raced with determination—no matter how terrifying the truth, she was ready to face it.
The mysterious traces in the ancient notebook pointed her to the next stage—a forgotten storage room in an old, abandoned building. Moonlight streamed through broken windows, reflecting on the floor in patterns resembling the symbols she had seen on the mask. The whisper of the wind seemed to call her name. Noona held her breath for a moment, sensing that soon, all the secrets would be revealed.
But before she stepped inside, Noona felt a strange power—not just her own, but the ancient energy residing in the mask. The hair on her arms stood on end, and her heart thumped with a mixture of excitement and fear.
This was the beginning of secrets that no one dared approach… and Noona would not retreat.