(The door swings open, revealing… nothing. The alley is empty. The cold night air rushes in, sending a shiver down Hana’s spine.)
Hana
"No one’s there. But I know I heard it. I know someone is watching."
(She steps outside cautiously, scanning the darkness. The streetlamp flickers above her, casting erratic shadows. Then—something catches her eye.)
(A single playing card lies on the doorstep. The Queen of Thorns. Crimson ink stains its edges, resembling dried blood.)
Hana
(whispering): “A calling card?”
(She bends down to pick it up, fingers trembling. Flipping it over, she finds another message scrawled in precise handwriting.)
Card (reading aloud): "Every queen has a role to play. The board is set. Choose wisely."
(A gust of wind whips through the street. A faint click echoes—Hana whirls around. A camera? A shutter closing?)
(Her gaze snaps to the rooftop of the opposite building. A figure stands there, barely visible against the night sky. Ren.)
(yelling): "What do you want from me?!"
(Ren doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he lifts a single hand… and points to his wrist. A silent message: Time is running out. Then he vanishes into the shadows.)
"This isn’t just a game. It’s a trap."
(She grips the card tighter. The queen has made her first move. Now, she must find out who set the board… before it’s too late.)
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