Noona stepped lightly into the ancient storage room. The old wooden floor creaked under her feet, each step echoing like a whisper from the past. The wind blew through a broken window, scattering dust in silver waves under the moonlight that streamed down at her feet.
And then… the sound reached her ears. A soft yet clear voice, as if someone were calling her name.
"Noo…na…"
Her heart pounded so violently it felt as if it would leap out of her chest. Noona looked up, and at the old wooden door, worn by time, she saw a tall, imposing figure standing in the moonlight. Dark eyes fixed on her, a feathered mask covering half of his face, reflecting the silver light, leaving her nearly breathless.
"Y-you… who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling.
The man stepped forward. The moonlight fell across his face, revealing a faint smile that carried both mystery and danger.
"My name is Irin… and I know why you are here."
Noona felt a strange power connecting her to him—not just fear, but an unfamiliar sensation in her heart, as if she were being drawn closer, even though her instincts warned her to be cautious.
"Everything… every secret… is waiting for you," Irin said, lifting his hand slightly toward the mask on the table. The silver feathers shimmered as if alive. Noona knew immediately that she was stepping into a world filled with ancient power and mysteries… with no way to turn back.