Are you alone right now?
Is the door behind you… closed?
Are the windows tightly shut?
Is the snow still outside… or has it started seeping into your heart?
You opened these pages by choice.
But I warn you — what you read here won't leave you the same.
It will eat away at you.
Not all at once… but slowly, the way rabbits do.
If you think this is a work of fiction,
you're mistaken.
I know what's going through your mind right now.
I know how you just swallowed,
how the air in your room suddenly feels colder.
Don't worry…
this isn't the real beginning.
The beginning was the first nightmare you entered —
and forgot.
In this story:
blood doesn't scream,
madness doesn't shout,
and death… does not declare itself.
Here, silence is the loudest sound.
And spirits don't come from graves — they come from memory.
The girl doesn't survive… she remembers.
I promise you this:
when you close the final page…
you'll hear something standing behind you.
But you won't dare to turn around.
If you're ready…
But don't blame anyone but yourself
if you find you can't sleep afterward.
You chose to keep reading.
You ignored the warnings,
the cold breath on your neck,
the flicker in the corner of your eye.
And now, it's too late to stop.
The city is waiting.
The snow has already begun to fall inside you.
And she — the girl with the silver-tipped hair —
has already heard your footsteps.
So go ahead.
Turn the page.
She's been waiting for someone like you.