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"The way the market is right now, I just get through the days by reading stories."

A story set in a dense forest, shrouded in mist. The depth of the night seems to grow thicker in the silence of the woods. A narrow path runs through the forest, leading to the unknown, and no one knows who treads this path. The trees standing on the edges appear to whisper something, but their voices get lost in the wind.

In a quiet corner of the town, a small group gathered the courage to venture deep into the forest. They had heard that every night, a strange visitor appears in this forest, someone whose face no one has ever seen. He is only seen from afar—a dark figure draped in a long black cloak, as if he is a part of the night itself.

But tonight felt different. As the group reached the edge of the forest, they suddenly stopped. They heard an eerie sound, as if someone was watching them from very close by. Suddenly, through the mist, the dark figure emerged. They froze, holding their breath. The figure slowly began to approach, and the chilly air around them seemed to grow heavier. The shadows of the trees lengthened, and in the air, a whisper could be heard—"Go back."

One by one, the members of the group vanished. Where did they go? No one knows. It is said that those who look into the eyes of the night’s visitor never return.

Before the night ended, an even thicker mist enveloped the forest.