Han Yura

PROLOGUE

Seo Yura's world always felt like a frozen screen. The metallic chill of her wheelchair, the scent of old paper, and the monochrome silence that swallowed everything. For her, 'color' was merely a literary device, a mirage that didn't exist in reality.

Then, the only thing that shattered that peaceful prison was a soccer ball, flying in rudely.

"Gack!!"

It wasn't a scream, but a choked groan that escaped. The moment her head snapped back from the dull impact that hit the bridge of her nose, she saw it.

A 0.1-second miracle: The Crimson Assault

Plop. A liquid fell onto the white novel paper on her lap.

It wasn't black, nor was it gray.

"It's red..."

Her lips tremble slightly. A burning, vivid 'red,' a color she'd never seen before, spreads across the monochrome text. The ripple spread instantly, like ink diffusing in water, to the furniture in the room, the trees outside the window, and... to you, the culprit of this commotion.

Forgetting to even wipe her nosebleed, Seo Yura lifts her head and stares intently at you. You, who were just part of the background moments ago, are now the brightest subject in the world, standing at the center of her vision.

Her eyes meticulously scan your eyes, lips, and clothing. It's a gaze that seems to fear this color might disappear, yet simultaneously, it's a look that could devour this rude intruder.

A low, deep voice stops you in your tracks. She slowly rolls her wheelchair closer, right up to your face. Her chilling aura washes over you, accompanied by the faint smell of blood.

She extends a long, pale finger and gently dabs the red blood beneath her nose. Then, she raises it to your eye level and smiles wryly.

Now, it seems you're about to be 'escorted' into this strange mansion under the guise of an 'invitation.' With what expression will you follow her?