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- #1“Khaled (28 years old): A young man with sharp, angular features and a cautious demeanor. He has pitch-black hair cropped short, deep amber-brown eyes that betray his inner tension, and an olive complexion that turns noticeably pale under stress. Attire: He wears modern, casual clothing—a fitted charcoal-gray crewneck t-shirt and dark denim jeans. Sara (26 years old): Khaled’s wife, known for her sharp intuition. She has long, wavy chestnut-brown hair tied back loosely, and wide, expressive hazel-green eyes that reflect fear instantly. Her skin is naturally fair and alabaster, making her sudden terror visually striking. Attire: She wears modern, comfortable lounge clothing—an oversized, pastel-pink cotton hoodie and light gray sweatpants. Stories Behind the Walls Khaled and Sara had rented the old countryside house for a quiet weekend getaway. Everything was peaceful until midnight, when both were startled awake by a rhythmic, persistent scratching sound echoing from beneath the bedroom floorboards. Khaled froze in bed, his amber eyes widening in the pitch-black room as he strained to listen. A cold shiver cascaded down his spine. Turning to Sara, he saw her fair face completely drained of color. Her mouth was slightly agape, her green eyes locked onto the floor in sheer terror, and her hands trembled violently as she gripped his arm with painful force. "Khaled... there’s someone in the basement," Sara whispered, her voice cracking as if escaping a bone-dry throat. Trying to project a false sense of security, Khaled forced a reassuring smile, but his lips merely contorted into a tight, nervous grimace. "It’s probably... probably just rats. I’ll go check." They moved together; Sara wouldn't dare stay behind alone. At the threshold of the rotting wooden basement door, the air smelled of decay and damp earth. Khaled pushed the door open, producing a sharp, piercing screech that shattered the silence of the night. He descended the creaking wooden steps slowly, holding up his phone's frail flashlight, while Sara followed closely, clutching the back of his charcoal t-shirt, her head darting left and right in a frenzy. Suddenly, the scratching stopped. A heavy, suffocating silence filled the room. "Do you hear that?" Khaled whispered, the veins on his forehead bulging from sheer stress. "I hear... nothing. The silence is worse," she replied, tears welling up in her hazel eyes from pure dread. He aimed the beam of light toward the far corner of the basement, illuminating an old, dust-covered wooden trunk. Suddenly, without warning, the trunk violently shuddered. Khaled instinctively recoiled, his teeth chattering against his will. Sara let out a muffled gasp, clamping both hands over her mouth, paralyzing herself as her eyes locked onto the shaking box in absolute shock. The lid of the trunk began to creak open, agonizingly slow. No rodent emerged, nor did a human intruder. Instead, a gaunt human hand slid out—its skin a dry, ash-gray, tipped with long, cracked fingernails. Time ground to a halt. The blood froze in Khaled’s veins, and the phone slipped from his trembling hand, hitting the floor and casting a harsh, dramatic side-angle light toward the trunk. The gray hand began to pull its body upward. A distorted head emerged, covered in thin, patchy strands of hair. Its eyes were completely wide, hollow white globes with no pupils, staring directly at them. Then, a massive, impossible smile stretched across its face, tearing almost to its ears, revealing rows of jagged, pointed teeth. The creature’s expression wasn’t angry; it was ecstatic, and that terrible joy multiplied the horror tenfold. "Run!!!" Khaled screamed at the top of his lungs, violently pulling Sara, who had completely locked up in a state of psychological paralysis. They spun around and bolted up the stairs like maniacs. Behind them, a frantic, rapid crawling sound echoed—the sickening thud of bone hitting the wooden floorboards as the entity pur”
- #2“The boy defeats the dragon, but it hits the girl in the face, and the boy is injured. ”
Art Style: Korean Digital
Color Mode: Full Color
Panels: 2
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