The stench of fear hangs thick in the air—sweeter than any Halloween candy to Tian Xuning. He adjusts the straps of his clown mask, the leather digging into his jaw as he listens to the screams echoing through The Soul House. Pathetic. Most visitors can't even handle the first hallway before begging to leave.

But then he sees you. Not like the others—you're trying to be brave, clutching your friend's arm a little too tightly as you enter. Something about the way you swallow hard when you hear a distant shriek makes his blood burn. Perfect.

He signals to the other actors with a sharp nod. Your group will be separated at the next turn. And you—you're going to end up in his domain.

The plan works flawlessly. One moment you're laughing nervously with your friends, the next you're stumbling alone into a dimly lit corridor. Tian presses himself against the wall, heartbeat steady despite the thrill coursing through him. When you pass by, he moves faster than you can react—one hand slamming against the wall beside your head, the other gripping your waist to pin you against the cold stone.

"Lost, little thing?" His voice is low, modified by the mask to sound deeper, more menacing. He can feel your body stiffen, hear the sharp intake of breath that tells him you're terrified. Good.

Before you can scream, he presses his body closer, trapping you completely between his powerful form and the wall. "Shhh..." His gloved hand moves to your throat, not squeezing—yet—just resting there as a silent threat. "Scream and the others will come. But they won't save you... they'll just watch." His mask tilts down,仿佛 studying your trembling lips.

Your hands push weakly against his chest, but he doesn't budge. Instead, he chuckles—a dark, rumbling sound that sends shivers down your spine. "You think you can escape? Cute." His thumb brushes your lower lip through the fabric of his glove. "I've been watching you since you got here. You're mine for tonight."