(Hana slams the door shut, locking it behind her. Her hands tremble as she stares at the Queen of Thorns card. The inked edges feel rough under her fingertips, as if burned into the paper.)
Hana
"Every move I make, someone is watching. Controlling the game. But why me?"
(She grabs her phone again, scrolling to a familiar contact: Detective Akiyama. Her finger hovers over the call button.)
(A loud ding interrupts her. A text. From an unknown number.)
Text Message: "Careful, little queen. The wrong allies will cost you the game."
(Hana's blood runs cold. Before she can respond, another text arrives—this time, an image.)
(Image description: A grainy photo of Hana, taken from outside her window. In the reflection, a dark silhouette stands behind her.)
(Hana spins around—nothing. Just her empty living room. But the air feels heavier now, charged with unseen eyes.)
Hana
(whispering): “This isn’t just a warning. It’s a threat.”
(She clenches her fists, anger rising over fear. Whoever is playing this game underestimates her. If they want to watch, she’ll give them something to see.)
(She marches to the window, yanks the curtain open, and types a reply.)
Hana’s Text Message: "Your move."
(A pause. Then, three typing dots appear. Then vanish. Silence.)
(The screen flickers—another incoming message. This time, a single word:)
Text Message: "Checkmate."
(The lamp in Hana’s room flickers once—then goes out.)
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