The quiet that fell with the mysterious message on her cell phone wasn't a lack of noise but an overwhelming vacuum, a supernatural calm that bent reality's own nature to warp itself taut as parchments paper and yet snap beneath fingers fragile. Seo-yeon stood frozen in the center of her small apartment, the harsh glow of the digital words reflecting in her wide, unseeing eyes, the message repeating in the silent theater of her mind like a ghost's haunting lullaby.
"Yoonhwa Elementary. 3:01 PM. You'll understand."
