Min-jun's heart pounded violently against his ribs as he sprinted through the dimly lit hospital corridors. Each breath burned in his lungs, but he couldn't stop—wouldn't stop. The walls around him seemed endless, stretching and twisting like a maze designed to keep him running in circles, leading him toward an unknown fate.
The only light came from the flickering emergency signs overhead, their glow weak and uncertain, casting eerie, shifting shadows that slithered along the walls. Every step he took sent echoes bouncing through the empty halls, merging with the sharp, mechanical blare of the emergency alarm.
The sound was deafening.
It drilled into his skull, relentless and piercing, making his ears ring painfully. With a shaky breath, he tried to clamp his hands over his ears, but it was useless—the shrill noise vibrated through his bones, drowning out even his own thoughts.
