(Hana backs away from the window, clutching the note. The room feels colder, the air thick with unease. She forces herself to breathe.)
Hana
"This isn’t a coincidence. Someone is watching me… waiting."
(She grabs her phone and dials a number. It rings once… twice… then straight to voicemail. Frustrated, she tries again. Still nothing.)
(A sudden thud echoes from the back door. Hana’s breath catches. She turns slowly, heart hammering. The kitchen light flickers again, casting shifting shadows on the walls.)
(Summoning courage, she grips a nearby kitchen knife and steps toward the door. She presses her ear against it. Silence.)
Hana
“Who’s there?”
(The silence stretches—too long. Then, just as she exhales, a whisper drifts through the door.)
Mysterious Voice: "Your move."
(Hana stumbles back, pulse racing. Her grip tightens on the knife. She won’t just sit back and wait. If this is a game, she needs to learn the rules.)
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