The eerie silence of my room was shattered by an unsettling noise, and when I looked up, I was confronted by a terrifying sight—a pair of unnatural “legs.” From that moment on, as though it only wanted to announce its existence, the unseen presence lingered in my space, refusing to reveal itself fully. Gradually, like a tightening noose, it wove itself into the fabric of my daily life until it finally stood before me in its true form—an unnervingly beautiful “monster without a name.”
No matter how fiercely I fought back, my efforts were meaningless. The creature extended its hand toward me, and I found myself powerless to flee or push it away. Concealing its existence from my doubtful partner and friends, I unwillingly stepped into a bizarre shared existence with it. Slowly, the essence of my humanity began to fade as my ordinary world crumbled around me.
Just as I realized the grim fate awaiting me, I was forced to make a crucial choice. Coinciding with the monster’s first appearance, the city was gripped by fear over a series of grotesque killings. The timing made me question whether there was a connection—whether the horrors unfolding outside mirrored the nightmare unfolding within my own life.
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