"Ugghh..."
My head hurt like crazy.
'This happens whenever I don't intake the amount of caffeine my body has been used to over the years...'
The muffled sound of people talking started to grow louder, pressing against my temples until I finally lifted my head.
I pushed back my hair, the strands falling back into their original place covering my forehead.
A long table stretched in front of me was covered in dishes and empty bottles.
The chatter swelled, overlapping voices clashing with laughter.
'Right...I'd forgotten.
We went out tonight for a company dinner.'
They used it as an excuse saying it was the weekend, but...it was Thursday.
Then again, I guess to a corporate worker a Friday was basically the weekend.
Seo Junki's voice cut through the din, as loud as ever.
"Yah, Manager Choi! If you keep pouring like that, tomorrow you'll end up filing sick leave, huh?"
He raised his glass dramatically, the soju splashing over the rim.
"Ah, no, wait...you never use your sick leave, do you?
I swear, you'd work even if your funeral was scheduled the next day!"
The table burst into laughter, a few people coughing from the spice of the kimchi jjigae as they slapped the table.
*cough!
*cough!
Even the people at the other tables in the restaurant turned to look.
Junki thrived on that attention, his face glowing red from drink but not embarrassment.
I shrank back in my chair, trying to make myself smaller, my shoulders folding inward.
If I could've disappeared into the shadows between the neon lights and the chatter, I would have.
Jung Seori, sitting right next to me, suddenly tilted her head toward me.
Her voice was soft, but clear enough to cut through the noise.
"Namgyeong-ssi, why aren't you eating anything?"
In front of me, the only thing was a cold can of coffee.
The condensation had already pooled on the table.
"I don't eat after ten..."
I said quietly.
She kept staring at me... 'Should I talk further?...'
"...eating late increases the risk of metabolic syndrome and even cancer..."
"..."
Seori smiled faintly, her eyes curving into half-moons as she closed them for a second.
"Aha...I guess you're right."
She picked up a piece of samgyeopsal with her chopsticks, dipped it in ssamjang, and slid it into her mouth without looking at me again.
'This is the first time she's talked to me…'
I was still staring at her when my phone suddenly buzzed.
The vibration rattled against the wood of the table, jolting me upright.
"This thing finally turned on?"
I muttered.
On the way here, riding the company's USV, my phone had been acting strange.
Notifications came in rapid bursts, but every email was blank.
No sender & no content...just empty messages filling the screen.
Then, without warning, the device shut off completely.
I'd charged it before leaving the office, I was sure of it...It should've been at 80%.
I pulled the phone out of my pocket.
It buzzed violently in my hand, vibrating so hard I almost dropped it.
Then it went still.
The screen glowed an unnatural white with no apps, no icons in sight...just an empty field.
"What…"
I whispered.
"I think it's time I get a new phone..."
There went a chunk of my end-of-month salary.
But then, across the white screen, red translucent message text bubble rippled with the white texts...
[S.A.T Booting…]
"..."
Han Yura then stood abruptly at the far end of the table.
She raised her phone in one hand, her bracelets jangling as she clapped the other to get attention.
"Everyone, please avert your attention and mouth-filled faces to me...aha!"
She said brightly.
Her smile lit up the room.
"So...I checked our group chat, and the poll is in.
After dinner, we're going to do karaoke!"
A chorus of cheers and groans followed.
"There were three options, remember?"
Yura continued, holding up three fingers like a presenter.
"One was more rounds of drinks, the second was noraebang, and the last one was going to the arcade.
Karaoke won...by just two votes!"
I rubbed my forehead, exhaling.
'Of course it won...The office is more women than men and most of them are into K-pop.
It was guaranteed.
And as for the men who voted… they just want to be seen by the women.'
The table was already shifting, chairs scraping against the floor.
Bags were slung over shoulders, wallets pulled out to pay the bill.
Junki shot to his feet, wobbling slightly.
"Karaoke, huh?
Good thing my voice is warmed up already!
You're all about to witness the next trot legend, Seo Junki!"
There was more laughter and a someone booing.
I stayed seated for a moment longer, staring down at my phone.
I slipped it back into my pocket.
'Well...I'll just follow through with it.
I do need my pay, after all.
It's all just a necessity towards it...'
***
The karaoke lounge smelled of day old grilled meat and spilled cola and beer which were remnants from the restaurant just outside.
The group filed in their voices brightand laughter echoing.
I dropped down into a seat by the door.
The women moved busily near the karaoke console, crouching and fiddling with buttons.
The system whirred to life with flashing LED strips along the edges of the machine, humming faintly.
"I think this is the power button...ah! Wait, no, that just changed the lights!"
Yura's laugh rose above the chatter, sharp and melodic.
"Unnie, press the one below!"
Hyerim bent over beside her, nearly knocking shoulders as they squabbled.
"No, no...hold on, you'll reset the system like that!"
Their bickering turned into half-playful shoving, voices overlapping until it was impossible to tell who had the upper hand.
Junki, being Junki, threw himself into the mix, arms draped dramatically around both their shoulders.
"Ladies, ladies, the harmony is already killing me.
Forget the machine, we should do acapella right now."
"Acapella your face."
Hyerim shot back, shoving him with a laugh.
"C'mon, how about this one...
...hey, don't look at me like that, I know the classics!"
Junki tapped the screen, his grin plastered on his face.
His paranoia about the world might've been exhausting, but when he turned it into comedy, it at least got him laughs.
Meanwhile, the girls wrestled over the first song selection, the machine's glowing LED screen flipping between track lists as they jabbed at it.
I tuned it out, letting their voices fade into a blur.
Seori broke away from the pack, sliding silently toward me.
She dropped into the seat to my right, closer to the door than I was.
"…"
That subtle movement was enough to make my jaw tighten.
I flicked a glance at her...Her quiet presence was deliberate.
Now, the only way out the door was blocked by her body.
Damn.
I needed an excuse to leave.
She met my stare coolly, like she'd already anticipated my irritation.
Her lips parted.
"Your phone's been on for a while now."
I blinked.
"…What?"
"Someone could be calling you."
Her voice was soft, almost casual, but her gaze cut toward my pocket.
I frowned, sliding a hand down.
The dim room was lit with garish neon LEDs and rotating colored beams from the karaoke machine...yet against it all, my pocket glowed faint white.
My fingers brushed the device.
It buzzed faintly like it was urging me to pull it out.
With a low breath, I drew the phone free.
The screen blazed.
[ Ghost Story Started! ]
The words stretched across the brightness in blocky, unfamiliar font before the screen blanked to blinding white.
My vision stung.
"…."
"…I thought I unsubscribed to their newsletter."
"Newsletter?"
Seori tilted her head slightly, but I ignored her.
My mind was already turning elsewhere.
I remembered spotting a repair shop down the street on the way here.
Maybe they could deal with whatever virus or cheap prank software this was.
I pocketed the phone.
Pushing to my feet, I exhaled sharply before speaking to the group.
"I'm going to get some snacks...drinks, too for everyone."
That drew eyes for half a second.
Junki's grin faltered, Hyerim gave me a half-nod, Yura didn't even look up from the machine.
Then, just like that, the room swallowed me back.
Yura laughed again as she and Hyerim finally settled on a track, Junki throwing his head back in mock despair.
None of them cared.
I reached for the door handle and twisted it.
*Click!
It didn't move.
A second harder twist.
*Click!
The handle rattled but the door itself didn't budge.
My stomach dipped.
I pulled once more, muscles tightening.
Still locked.
The door didn't open at all.
"Did we perhaps lock the door?...the key mistybe somewhere around here..."
My attention was averted by the music system finally roaring to life with a bass thrum.
LED lights scattering across the walls like a cheap nightclub.
The screen above the karaoke console flickered, then filled with the image of five brightly dressed girls posing mid-dance, smiles wide, frozen in a perfect frame.
Their title card glowed pink across the bottom.
"STARRY KISS – Love Is Calling."
The opening notes were bubbly, sugary sweet, almost annoyingly upbeat.
Yura and Hyerim squealed like schoolkids, hugging each other around the shoulders.
"Our song! Hyerim, quick...quick!"
Yura shoved the microphone into her hands.
The lyrics streamed down in timed lines, bouncing with a little heart icon at each beat.
"When the night feels too heavy, I still find you in the stars
Love is calling, love is calling… can you hear me from afar?
Their voices overlapped in uneven harmony.
Yura belting too loud, Hyerim singing slightly off pitch but it didn't matter.
They were laughing, swaying side to side, their hair catching the LED light like streaks of neon.
The girls on the screen struck their choreographed poses, and Yura mimicked one with exaggerated flair, throwing her free hand into the air like she was on stage.
Hyerim doubled over laughing, then tried her own version spinning once before nearly tripping over the mic cord.
Junki clapped from the back like a maniac.
"Encore already!"
More lyrics scrolled down, bolded with flashing pink:
"You shine in the dark, brighter than the moon tonight
If I just keep believing, maybe you'll hold me tight…"
Yura leaned into Hyerim, pressing their heads together as they sang in turns, switching lines with sloppy grace.
Hyerim raised her arm, mimicking a concert wave, while Yura bent her knees and jumped in rhythm with the beat, both of them grinning like kids.
But then Seori's voice cut across the music, sharp and deliberate.
"Namgyeong..."
She said aloud, her words loud enough for everyone to hear over the song.
"The door… it isn't really opening, is it?"
The microphone feedback squealed as both girls faltered mid-verse.
The atmosphere shifted.
Junki blinked, his laughter dropping.
Yura lowered the mic, her brows furrowing.
"…What?"
"The door?"
Hyerim echoed, glancing from me to Seori.
All eyes fell my way.
I didn't answer and just tightened my jaw, my hand still hovering from when I'd tested the handle.
"Hold on, hold on..."
Junki barked, pushing forward with dramatic urgency.
"Don't tell me the ten of us are locked in? No way...Someone probably shut it from the outside."
He gripped the handle, twisting it with more force than sense.
Rattling metal filled the room.
"Come on, don't embarrass yourself."
Yura muttered, though her voice wavered.
Junki braced himself and yanked hard.
Nothing.
He cursed, braced both feet against the frame, and pulled again.
Sweat spotted his forehead.
"Tch...what the hell?"
The laughter from moments ago bled into murmurs, uneasy and low.
Yura stepped forward, still holding the mic loosely.
"Maybe the manager locked it by mistake? I'll just call."
She pressed her ear against the door, cupping her hand to amplify sound.
Her face stiffened.
"…"
"Well?"
Hyerim asked, her voice trembling faintly.
Yura pulled back.
"It's… silent. There's no one walking by. No voices. Nothing."
"That doesn't make sense."
Hyerim folded her arms, shaking her head.
"Maybe they closed early?"
"Closed?"
Yura snapped, irritation replacing her fear for a split second.
"I booked this place...They're open twenty-four seven..."
The room fell into a hush.
No one seemed to know what to say.
Then, almost as if synchronized, people pulled out their phones to maybe try and call outside.
Screens lit the dim space with sudden light.
Everyone's phones glowed white lighting up their faces.
No signal bars, no lock screen, no apps...only a flat, glowing screen.
The others muttered curses.
Hyerim shook her phone as if that would help.
Seori tapped hers repeatedly.
Junki held his up high, waving it around like he might catch a signal.
"…The same."
I muttered under my breath.
White screens.
Was the signal weak in this district? Or…
My thought was cut off by the sharp sound of something falling.
*Thud!
A plate clattered from the table, utensils scattering across the floor.
Everyone's heads whipped around.
Hyerim sat on the ground, her back pressed against the seat she'd stumbled from.
Her wide eyes shimmered in the LED light as she raised a trembling finger.
We followed her gaze.
Floating above us, midair, a translucent screen pulsed faintly red.
It was massive, stretching across nearly the width of the room, glowing with a hazy light.
White text scrolled across it.
[※ Spectral Viewers: 9,442 Watching ※]
The silence that followed was absolute.
"..."
"What… is that?"
Park Mina's voice finally broke the silence, calm on the surface but with cracks showing underneath.
"Viewers…"
Seori's voice trailed off, soft but sharp with unease.
Her eyes flickered toward me for half a second, like she was asking if I knew more than she did.
But before any of us could settle on an answer, the air itself shifted.
Like a radio suddenly tuning in, a voice filled the karaoke room.
A cheerful, high-pitched, cutesy tone.
"Welcome to Karaoke Night! Sing like your life depends on it...because it does~!"
Everyone froze.
Hyerim whimpered and Junki gave a nervous laugh that died almost instantly.
At the same time, my phone buzzed violently in my hand.
My phone was the only one working as the others phones had gone off after the lights glitched and the floating screen appeared.
The white screen finally shifted, dark text forming inside a glowing frame.
[ S.A.T. — Spectral Access Terminal ]
[ Initializing Ghost Story Protocol… ]
The voice rang out again.
"Congratulations! You've been selected for a Private Spectral Session with our ghost idol, Harmony-chan!
Please follow the rules below to avoid total audience rejection!"
On my phone, a window expanded with a jingle, the text appearing one line at a time.
[ GHOST STORY: "The Girl That Sang Alone" ]
[ Host: Harmony-chan ]
[ RULES ]
The voice spoke as the words synced with my screen.
---
Voice: "Each participant must sing a song when chosen~!"
Phone:
[ 1. Each participant must sing when selected. ]
---
Voice: "Repeat performances are NOT allowed.
No one sings the same song as someone before them.
That's plagiarism, and plagiarism is booring!"
Phone:
[ 2. No repeated songs. Each must be unique. ]
---
Voice: "Performances must be solo… unless our lovely ghost idol invites a duet! Harmony-chan looooves duets~"
Phone:
[ 3. Songs are solo unless duet is permitted. ]
---
Voice: "Songs must be sung with emotion!
Faking it? That's disqualification~!
And Harmony-chan knows when you're faking!"
Phone:
[ 4. Emotion is required. Half-hearted singing = failure. ]
---
Voice: "No silence. If no one sings within the time limit… then one of you will be chosen randomly to exit… permanently!"
Phone:
[ 5. No silence. Miss the time limit → random elimination. ]
---
Voice: "At the end of each round… the audience will vote for the 'worst' performance!
And losers get… escorted offstage~! Bye-bye!"
Phone:
[ 6. After each round → vote for worst performance. ]
[ Losers will be eliminated. ]
---
Voice: "Only five performers can remain at the end. Everyone else… will leave the stage.
Remember, the Spectral Viewers are watching...so don't disappoint them~!"
Phone:
[ 7. Only 5 survivors permitted. ]
[ All others = terminated. ]
---
The voice giggled, like a toy mascot at the end of a jingle.
"Karaoke Night, round one… starts soon~!
Warm up your voices, little singers~!
Harmony-chan is excited to hear your hearts!"
The floating red screen pulsed brighter overhead.
My phone let out a shrill notification ping, finalizing everything into a single panel
…
…
[Connection Established.]
[You have entered Story No. 147.]
『 ̶T̸h̶e̶ ̸G̵i̵r̷l̸ ̷W̸h̵o̶ ̷S̷a̶n̴g̸ ̸A̶l̶o̶n̶e̸』
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◼ OBJΞCTIVΞS
1. PΛRTICIPΛTΞ in the performance when chosen.
2. Ens̷ur̴e̷ no si̷lence occurs du̷r̷ing a r̷ound.
3. S̵u̴r̶v̶i̵v̸e̷ ̸t̶h̵e̷ au̷d̷i̴e̴n̷c̶e̵'s e̶l̴i̵m̷i̸n̴a̷t̷i̸o̶n̸ ̶vo̴te̷.
4. Wit̵h̸st̸an̷d̵ H̴a̶r̵m̸o̸n̷y̷-̷c̸h̵a̵n̶'s "Special Stage."
5. End with ≤5 performers r̶e̷m̶a̴i̵n̸i̴n̶g̶.
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◼ RULΞS
1. E̶v̵e̸r̷y̶ participant m̶u̵s̷t̴ s̶i̴n̷g̷ ̶w̴h̶e̷n s̷e̶l̵e̷c̷t̷e̵d̴.
2. N̵o̸ r̴e̵p̸e̸a̶t̵ ̶s̷o̴n̷g̶s̶.
3. Em̷o̶t̶i̷o̷n̷ m̷u̶s̸t̵ b̵e̵ g̴e̴n̴u̷i̸n̵e̶.
4. NΞVΞR stay silent… or be chosen instead.
5. Only F I V E remain. All oth̶er̷s̸ w̸i̴l̷l̶ ̶b̸e̶ ̶es̵c̶o̶r̴t̷e̵d̶ ̸o̸f̵f̶s̶t̴a̶g̸e̸.
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◼ T͟I͟M͟E͟ ͟L͟I͟M͟I͟T͟
03:00 (per turn)
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◼ RΞWARD
– Awakening of [FΞAR C̴ORE]
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◼ FΛILURΞ
– Death of all partici… p…ants.
– Erasure from reco̸r̶d̴s̸.
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※ Additional Remarks
[Spectral Viewers] decide your fate.
E̶m̴o̷t̶i̶o̸n̷ is currency.
Excess members… must be removed.
"Encore Requests" a̶r̴e̶ m̸an̷d̴a̶to̵r̶y̸.
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[Cleared Instances: 8,192]
[Failure Records: 19,441]
[Spectral Viewers Connected: 9,442 👁]
…
[Applause Requested!]
---
The words burned across my retinas, impossible to look away from.
***
The karaoke room was suddenly too small.
Ten people who, hours earlier, had been joking about who would embarrass themselves the most with off-key singing, now sat stiff in their chairs or stood pressed against the wall.
The glowing red screen was still above our heads the number of viewers increasing.
[※ Spectral Viewers: 9,567 Watching ※]
[※ Spectral Viewers: 9,578 Watching ※]
No one breathed for several seconds.
"V-viewers?"
Hyerim stammered, clutching the edge of the table.
Her knuckles were white.
"What does that even mean?
What viewers?"
"This is a broadcast room?"
Someone muttered.
"It's… it's probably just some viral marketing thing..."
Said Park Mina, her voice thin.
She laughed, the sound brittle, a sound she didn't believe in.
"You know, like some… prank for WeTube? Those hidden camera shows?"
"Prank my ass," Choi Taegyu barked, stepping forward toward the screen.
His face was already slick with sweat.
"You see that? It's floating...There's no projector here. Nothing on the ceiling, nothing on the walls."
"Maybe… maybe karaoke is just like this now?"
Another voice said.
A quiet suggestion, desperate.
"Like some kind of AR? Like… hologram karaoke?"
"That doesn't explain..."
"Please everyon!"
Yura's voice cut through the spiraling panic.
She stood at the center of the room, her jaw tight, her hand clenched around the mic.
Even she was trembling slightly, but she forced her tone into something steady, something that could anchor them.
"Listen...listen to me...
We came here to sing tonight, didn't we?
That's all this is telling us to do...Just sing.
That's it...we do what it says, and we'll get out.
Right?"
A hush settled.
For a moment, her reasoning held.
The ten of us were coworkers, used to listening to Yura...the one who organized this after-work bonding night.
To add on...she was the sunshine of the group at work.
They wanted her words to be true.
But then Bae rin, raised her voice shakily.
"Wait...Wait, Yura… it said only five get to leave.
What happens to the other five?"
Park Mina turned, wide-eyed.
"That's right...it said five.
Only five leave...what does that mean?"
Yura inhaled, held her breath a second too long, and forced a smile.
"It means… it means this is in rounds.
Right?
Like maybe… the first five sing, and then they leave.
Then the others stay, and they sing in their own round. That's all.
The rules weren't clear...It has to be like that."
Her voice trembled on "has to."
The group clung to her explanation.
It was flimsy, but it was something.
"Yeah..." someone muttered.
"That… that makes sense.
It's… it's like a rotation thing."
Junki folded his arms.
"Then let's test it.
You go first, Yura."
She didn't flinch.
Instead, she nodded, picked a second microphone from the table and handed it to Hyerim, who recoiled as if it burned her.
"I…"
Hyerim's voice cracked.
"I can't!"
"You can."
Yura said softly.
"We'll do it together.
Like practice.
Just follow me."
The moment the two microphones connected, another screen flickered into life below the red viewer count.
> [♪ SONG SELECTION ♪]
1. Under the Streetlight – Soori Band
2. Shining Heartbeat – LOV3LITE
3. I'll Wait for You – Jang Hyukmin
4. Starfall Tonight – Eun Ji-yeon
5. Stay, Stay – NeoKiss
The list scrolled slowly, glowing in gentle neon, the way karaoke menus usually did.
Only this wasn't a machine.
Yura exhaled sharply through her nose.
"I know this one..."
She said, pointing at the first option.
"Under the Streetlight...come on, everyone knows it."
"Damn."
Junki muttered, his nerves betraying him as laughter.
"Should've gone first...That's the easiest song on here."
A ripple of half-hearted chuckles broke through the tension.
The lyrics began rolling across the floating screen.
Yura lifted the microphone.
"Baby, baby, hold me close tonight,
Shining like the stars, your eyes are bright.
Every step with you just feels so right
Baby, you're my only light."
Her voice was steady and clear.
Everyone clapped along quietly.
For a moment, the room softened.
I was at the back away from the door now leaning against the wall.
I looked at my phone yet again, probably for the 50th time now.
[SPECTRAL ACCESS TERMINAL – ACTIVE]
Ghost Story No. 147
「The Girl Who Sang Alone」
Namgyeong's throat went dry.
"Ghost Story…"
I whispered under my breath.
My eyes darted to the others.
They weren't looking at their phones or rather looking at anything except Yura.
'Am I the only one who's seeing this?'
Then again the host voice didn't mention anything about ghost story...when it came on it said....
"Congratulations, you've been selected for a private session..."
Seeing as how it's only my phone describing what was said...noone knows it's being described as a ghost story.
Is saying "Ghost Story" a fancy way of putting it?
Yura's voice trailed into silence, the last note of the ballad echoing faintly.
Applause rose...it was nervous but genuine.
Everyone's eyes clung to her like she was a lifeline.
Then it was Hyerim's turn.
Her knees visibly shook.
The screen chose the second song automatically the moment her eyes locked in on a certain choice on the list.
[Shining Heartbeat – LOV3LITE]
A peppy pop track, bright and fast, lyrics about first love and forever promises.
Hyerim's voice wavered from the first syllable.
Hyerim clutched the microphone so tightly her knuckles went white.
The lyrics appeared across the screen in bright pink letters.
She swallowed, opened her mouth, and forced herself to sing.
"Sh-shining heartbeat, d-don't fade away,
I-I need your touch, b-baby, night or day…"
Her voice cracked midway through the first line stammering over the words...the pitch sliding off-key in places.
What should have sounded sweet and hopeful came out shaky, trembling with every syllable.
Each time her voice wavered, the silence in the room grew heavier.
Even the backing track couldn't hide how broken the song had become.
She was off-beat and off-key.
She stumbled through the chorus, her voice trembling so badly it nearly cracked into silence.
Everyone exchanged nervous glances.
They could all hear it.
When she finally finished, gasping like she'd run a marathon, another screen burst into existence beside the lyrics.
It displayed two names.
Yura.
Hyerim.
Beneath them, bars began to crawl across the screen, numbers ticking rapidly upward.
---
[LIVE VOTING – Spectral Viewers]
Contestant: Yura ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ 9,142 votes
Contestant: Hyerim ▓ 58 votes
---
The bar for Yura shot to the right, almost filling the screen.
Hyerim's barely moved.
Silence fell over the group.
"Wow."
Junki said.
"Looks like Yura won the voting."
Yura smiled weakly, but her eyes darted immediately to Hyerim.
She stepped forward, hugging her tightly.
"You did your best...don't worry.
When your turn comes again, you'll get a song you like.
Something you know by heart. Okay?"
Hyerim's face was pale as chalk.
Her lips trembled.
"Y-you… you sang so well.
I… I'm glad."
Her hands shook against Yura's back.
Then the host voice returned.
That horrible cheerful tone, cutesy and shrill, filling the room from nowhere.
"Contestant Yura sang with heart!"
It trilled.
"Contestant Hyerim didn't sing with heart.
Too much wavering in the voice~!
The pitch was weak!
The audience doesn't like liars, you know!"
Hyerim froze. Her eyes widened. She looked at Yura, her mouth trembling open.
"I… I—"
The voice chimed brightly.
"As per the rules… the one who sang without heart will leave the stage~!"
A horrible stillness filled the room.
Then-
*SPLATEER!
Hyerim's head burst like a melon struck with a sledgehammer.
Blood sprayed across the sofa, the table, across Yura's chest and face.
Her headless body collapsed against her friend, microphone still clutched in twitching fingers.
For a fraction of a second, no one moved.
Then Yura's scream tore the silence in half.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
The screen rippled again, bright colors painting over the dark bloodstains in the room.
Neon text appeared in blocky Hangul and English transliterations.
---
[Song Selection – Round 2 Incoming]
1. "Endless Summer Dream" – LUMINA
2. "Whispers in the Rain" – Seo Min-kyu
3. "My Baby, My Star" – CANDY★DROP
4. "Broken Stage" – Ashfall
5. "One Last Goodbye" – Han Areum
---
The 03:00 countdown ticked above the list waiting for the next person to take their turn.