Lynx_vy

Behind the harmony of what the eyes see, many unnatural occur.
Mr. Park the best detective known widely in Capital City handles cases to no numerous end with his team, having found no clue as to what this current cases of death and psychological incidents will lead to or the course.
City H being the center of the Capital City, got a report of a case similar with the ‘RED eye’ known as the ‘RED eye of death’, torments it’s victims before causing a death similar to suicide.
Maya a soon to be a graduating student, wakes up to become the next victim of ‘RED eyes’. Having no idea what’s to become of her life, she finds herself in many horrific incidents; the death of her dance student at STEP SPACKLE… 
Will Maya become a dead end case? Or a clue to the understanding of the ‘RED eyes of death’

Behind Closed-eyes

The first chant began as the moon climbed high above the clearing, its silvery light casting an ethereal glow on the ritual site. Elara led the incantations, her voice steady and commanding despite the trembling in her hands. The group formed a protective circle around the altar, their focus unwavering.

The air crackled with energy as the herbs burned, releasing a pungent, almost metallic scent. The symbols on the altar flared brightly, illuminating the clearing in an otherworldly light. Maya held the sacred dagger close, her grip tightening as a low growl echoed through the trees.

The shadows at the edge of the clearing began to shift and writhe, their forms twisting into grotesque shapes. From their midst emerged the entity, its presence overwhelming. It towered above them, a mass of darkness and flame, its red eyes burning with ancient fury. Its voice rumbled like thunder. "You dare summon me?"

Maya stepped forward, her heart pounding. "We're here to end this. The curse ends tonight."

The entity laughed, a sound that reverberated through the clearing and into their very bones. "End it? You cannot end what is eternal. The bloodline binds me. Only through your sacrifice can you hope to break the pact."

Elara's chanting grew louder, her voice rising above the entity's taunts. The air around the group shimmered as the protective charms activated, forming a barrier of light. The entity roared in frustration, its form crashing against the barrier like waves against a rocky shore.

Mr. Park sprang into action, throwing salt and protective sigils into the air. The sigils burned brightly, creating temporary shields that held the entity at bay. Maya felt a surge of determination as she raised the sacred dagger. The time had come to strike.

"Maya, now!" Elara shouted, her voice strained as she maintained the ritual's energy. Maya lunged toward the altar, the dagger aimed at the heart of the glowing symbols. The entity roared in defiance, its shadowy form lunging toward her.

In a moment of clarity, Maya drove the dagger into the altar. A blinding light erupted, engulfing the clearing. The entity let out a deafening scream as its form began to dissolve, its essence pulled into the symbols on the altar. The ground shook violently, and the air was filled with an otherworldly howl.

The light intensified, forcing the group to shield their eyes. When it finally subsided, the clearing was silent. The altar was shattered, its symbols extinguished. The entity was gone, its presence erased from the physical world.

Maya collapsed to her knees, her body trembling with exhaustion. Mr. Park and Elara rushed to her side, their faces etched with relief and awe. "It's over," Mr. Park said, his voice soft but firm. "You did it, Maya."

But as Maya looked around the clearing, she couldn't shake the feeling that something lingered, just beyond the edge of perception. The battle was won, but the war might not be over.

The Final Confrontation