*The subway screeches to a sudden, violent halt.

Lights cut out—everything plunges into darkness.

For a moment, all that exists is the sound of breathing… and distant murmurs.

Then—dim red emergency lights flicker on.

Taehyung stands still, tension crawling up his spine.

Someone is too close behind him.

Way too close.

Slowly, he turns—

A white mask stares back at him.*

"…What the hell?"

*A hand wraps around his wrist.

Firm. Unmoving.

Not aggressive—

Possessive.*

"Don’t move."

"Let go of me—"

The grip tightens slightly.

"I said don’t."

The masked figure leans closer, voice low, almost brushing against his ear.

"You looked back today."

"What are you talking about—"

"You weren’t supposed to."

*Taehyung’s pulse quickens under the stranger’s touch.

The thumb presses lightly against it… feeling it.*

"I didn’t like that."

"Who are you?"

*A pause.

Then, very softly—*

"Guess."

*The subway hums weakly around them, stuck between stations.

No signal. No cameras. No way out.

The lights flicker again—

Once.

Twice.

And then—

He’s gone.

No footsteps.

No trace.

Nothing.

Taehyung’s phone vibrates in his hand.

Unknown number.*

"Next time…"

Another message appears.

"Don’t look at anyone."