Eye of Evil
There are no people born to commit crimes, nor are there misdeeds without reason. Some see through the depths of human nature and still keep kindness in their hearts. Others blind themselves, allowing
The corridor ahead stretched on endlessly in the darkness, as if it would never reach its end. A woman with long hair, dressed in a floor-length gown, her black, seaweed-like hair cascading over her shoulders, walked barefoot along the passage. Her steps were unsteady, her body trembling incessantly beneath the coarse woolen sweater she wore.
Suddenly, an invisible pressure surged from behind, making her footsteps even more frantic. She quickened her pace, shifting from a hurried walk to a barefoot run. The sound of her rapid breathing, the chaotic slap of her feet, and the pounding of her heart all tangled together, echoing through the dark corridor. These noises collided and intertwined, forming an intangible web that bound her tightly to her fear, making escape impossible.
Abruptly, everything fell silent—an unnatural, jarring quiet. In that instant, the woman sensed something amiss. Her cheeks twitched with nervous spasms, and it felt as though invisible hands gripped her shoulders in the darkness, forcibly halting her desperate flight and slowly turning her around.
Behind her, at some unknown moment, another figure had appeared, standing so close their noses nearly touched. This person had the same long hair, the same sweater, the same skirt—but her face was deathly pale, her eyes tightly shut, and the upward curve of her lips twisted into a sinister smile.
And then, in that moment, the shadowy figure suddenly opened her eyes, revealing gaping, hollow sockets as dark as black holes.
With a chilling note from a waterphone, the woman on t