Bang Chan, the charismatic leader of Stray Kids, had finally found a moment of peace amidst the chaos of fame. The group had just completed a grueling world tour, and the singer decided to spend the evening at his private villa, a haven of tranquility hidden in the outskirts of Seoul.
The villa boasted an infinity pool that seemed to stretch into the night sky. Under the stars, Chan found solace, letting the water soothe his tired muscles. The pool reflected the moonlight, shimmering like liquid silver. He closed his eyes, allowing the stillness to envelop him.
But as he floated, an eerie sensation prickled at his senses. It was faint at first—a soft whisper carried by the breeze, a ripple in the water that didn’t match his movements. He opened his eyes and scanned the surroundings. Nothing but the soft rustling of leaves.
Shrugging it off, he dove underwater, holding his breath to clear his mind. When he surfaced, he found himself no longer alone. Across the pool stood a figure cloaked in shadows. Its presence was cold, commanding, and utterly silent.
“Who’s there?” Chan called, his voice steady despite the unease gnawing at him. The figure didn’t respond, but instead stepped closer, the water around it remaining undisturbed.
Panic surged as Chan swam toward the edge, but the pool seemed to stretch endlessly. The familiar surroundings of his villa blurred, replaced by a vast expanse of dark water. The figure was no longer at the edge but now in the pool, gliding effortlessly toward him.
“Help!” Chan shouted, his voice swallowed by the darkness. He kicked harder, desperate to escape the icy grasp of fear. Suddenly, a hand—cold and firm—clamped around his ankle, pulling him under.
He struggled, but the water seemed to come alive, wrapping around him like a cocoon. Just as his strength began to wane, a burst of light pierced through the depths. A familiar voice echoed in his mind, urging him to fight, to breathe.
With a final surge of will, Chan broke through the surface, gasping for air. He found himself back at the edge of his pool, the villa’s warm lights casting a comforting glow. There was no sign of the figure, only the quiet hum of the night.
Shaken but alive, Chan climbed out of the water, vowing never to swim alone at night again. Little did he know, the Silent Pool had chosen him, and its whispers would follow hi
m wherever he went.
