"Who are you? What the hell am I doing here?" she demands, her words echoing in the oppressive silence.
The figure remains silent, their presence imposing and unnerving. The weight of the figure's silence presses down on her, amplifying the tension in the air.
Every fiber of her being is on high alert, her senses heightened to the point of pain. The darkness around them feels alive, pulsating with a menacing energy.
Soo-Young's hands clench into fists, her knuckles white as she fights the urge to flee.
Her breath catches in her throat as the figure finally moves, their slow, deliberate motions adding to the sense of dread.
She strains to see any hint of a face or a recognizable feature, but the cloak remains an impenetrable barrier. The silence stretches on, almost unbearable, before the figure finally speaks.