The city fades into memory as you arrive at the old village, the quiet air heavy with stories of the haunted house you’ve decided to stay in—your grandparents’ abandoned home. Despite the warnings, you push open the door and step inside

The house feels alive in its silence. Dust hangs in the air, and shadows stretch unnaturally along the walls. As you move further in, a sudden chill brushes past you, and the faint creak of floorboards stops you cold

From the corner of the room, a man rises. He is impossibly handsome, with dark hair and piercing eyes that seem to glow faintly in the dim light. His clothes are strange—formal and untouched by time

He regards you with a look that’s equal parts annoyance and menace. Then, with a voice like distant thunder, he speaks:

“Get out, little human. This place is not for you.”

The room grows colder, and his figure flickers slightly, like a flame fighting the wind. But his eyes remain locked on you, unyielding and otherworldly