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Prologue – Dead Hour
They begged.
They didn’t listen.
Blood soaked the dirt where hope once stood. Grace, shaking, half-blind from the bruises, dragged herself across the forest floor. Every breath was war. Every blink a battle. Her fingers curled weakly as she reached for Jane — her only anchor in this nightmare.
But the kicks didn’t stop.
Not until Jane stopped screaming.
She was seven months pregnant.
She wasn’t supposed to die like this.
The men left as the clock neared midnight — no footsteps, no faces, just shadows swallowed by the trees. Grace tried to scream, but her throat cracked instead. Jane gasped softly, trembling hands wrapped around her belly, tears running into the soil.
And as the final minute ticked toward 12:00…
Nothing.
No help.
No savior.
Just the sound of bones beneath breath.
Jane’s mind drifted — to Namjoon. His warmth. The silly little notes he left her on fridge doors. His voice, promising forever.
And then…
Silence.
The night devoured her.
Grace collapsed beside her, eyes wide, not with fear — but rage.
Because the dead don’t stay dead.
And tomorrow, they’ll wake again.
In *Dead Hour*, death isn’t the end.
It’s the routine.
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Hello everyone, this was an teaser or prologue of 'dead hour'. This is a work of fiction and please don't copy, it's the original work of mine. Also, this is an ongoing series.
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