**Thirty-Five Minutes Until Showtime**
The moment Yu-Jin's blood touched Sung-Min's skin, the world *shifted*.
Min-Hee felt it in her bones—a fundamental wrongness, like reality had skipped a beat. The emergency lights flickered and died, plunging the theater into absolute darkness. Then they blazed back to life, but the color was wrong. Everything tinged red, as if the entire building was submerged in blood.
Sung-Min wrenched his hand away from Yu-Jin, stumbling backward. Where their blood had mingled, his skin was burning—actual flames l*****g across his wrist, blue-white and cold.
"What did you do?" he snarled. "What did you—"
He stopped. His black notebook was glowing, pulsing with light that shouldn't exist. The pages were turning on their own, flipping backward through songs wri
