BlackPink

The night was supposed to be ordinary — just you and BLACKPINK at the studio, laughing between dance breaks. But when the lights flickered and the power cut out for exactly thirteen seconds, everything changed. A sleek black envelope slid under the door, no footprints, no sound. Jennie picked it up with a chill in her eyes. “It’s starting again,” she whispered. Inside was a photo — all five of you at last night’s rehearsal. But none of you remembered anyone taking it. In the background, a figure in a mask stood watching. “They know you’re with us now,” Lisa said, her voice steady. Your heart pounded. Whatever game this was, you were no longer just a fan — you were in it.