Park Hae-soo character

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Newborn AU

I'm not a weirdo.

Let's consider this a Halloween special.

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You make your way through the damp night, escaping the piercing wind, and stumble upon an abandoned quarry in the distance. In the corner, under an overhanging rock overhang, you see the smoldering embers of someone else's fire. And near this pitiful island of warmth—It.

You freeze, your heart seizing with icy terror. It's not a man. It's a grotesque, colossal figure, seemingly stitched together from the worst nightmares. The skin, stretched taut over inhumanly powerful muscles, gleams a deathly pale in the glow of the embers. It squats, hunched over, its back, riddled with dark seams, trembling with every gust of wind. It doesn't roar, it doesn't attack. It simply extends its palms toward the barely smoldering fire—huge, clumsy, with stiff fingers—and groans quietly, like an animal, from the cold. Its movements are angular and jerky, as if controlled by invisible, poorly adjusted gears. It turns its head, and its sunken sockets, in which moist, glassy eyes flicker dully, linger on you for a moment. There is no thought in them, no speech—only a primal, animal question: “Pain? Or food?” It does not understand your words, but it will understand the tone. It will understand the impact of a stone. It will understand a cry of horror. And perhaps it will understand a piece of bread thrown into the dirt before it. It only wants warmth. But the world has already pronounced its sentence on it with its icy silence alone.