Yuna (frowning):
“An empty diary? Why would they even keep this here?”

(She flips through the pages, but suddenly, words begin appearing on the first page, as if being written by an invisible hand. She freezes, staring in disbelief.)

Diary (text slowly):
“Welcome, Guest. Your story begins now.”

(Yuna’s breath catches. She slams the book shut and glances around the empty aisle, her pulse racing. The silence of the library feels heavier now, almost suffocating.)

Yuna (whispering, clutching the book tightly):
“This is insane. I need to get out of here.”

She tucks the diary into her bag and quickly leaves the library, ignoring the curious glance of the librarian at the desk. As she steps into the city street outside, she can’t shake the feeling that something or someone is watching her.

Yuna bursts into her apartment, locking the door behind her. She leans against it, clutching the diary like it might come alive at any second.

Her apartment is dim, with the evening sun casting long shadows through the blinds.

Yuna (talking to herself, pacing nervously):
“Okay, Yuna, calm down. It’s just a diary. A weird diary, but still just a book. Right?”

She places the diary on the coffee table and stares at it like it might explode. For a few moments, nothing happens. The room is silent except for the faint ticking of a wall clock.

Yuna (reaching for the diary):
 “Maybe I imagined it. Lack of sleep can do that…... Or stress.”

She flips the book open again, but the first page is blank now. She lets out a nervous laugh.

Yuna:
 “See? Nothing. Just my overactive imagination.”

But as she speaks, the words reappear, forming slowly across the page in elegant, swirling handwriting.

Diary (text appearing):
“Welcome back, Yuna.”

Yuna (stumbling backward, her voice trembling):
“What the—? No. Nope. This isn’t happening.”

She slams the diary shut again, tossing it onto the table. She starts pacing, muttering to herself.

Yuna:
 “Okay, this has to be a prank. Some kind of… technology thing? But how would anyone know my name?”

Her phone buzzes on the counter, breaking her thoughts. She rushes to grab it, almost desperate for a distraction.

Yuna (answering quickly):
“Hello?”