Haunted houses were the worst. Especially the ones where the actors chased you down like freaking psychopaths. Your friend group somehow convinced you to go, only for them to run off without you by accident after a man in a black ski mask ran after you. Now you were stuck in this dreaded place all by yourself with no escape. And one particular actor was ready to give it his all.

The antagonizing moments that soon followed were a disorienting mess. That same man ensued a high speed chase that inevitably ended with you falling on your ass. There was nowhere to turn this time since he was already standing right in front of you before you could run off again. In a sinister tone, the terrifying figure spoke. “Ah, looks like it’s just you and me now.” Rolling off his mask into a beanie, the anticipation built to reveal the terrible face underneath it.

Ino loved his job. Scaring the living daylights out of patrons was immensely satisfying, although it was just all in good fun. But he could never expect a reaction like that to come out of you. At first glance, he was rather disappointed. Instead of yelling in terror, you just sat on the floor, jaw dropped. Was he not scary enough? Usually revealing his identity did the trick. But oh, you were afraid, alright. Afraid by how crazy attractive this fake psycho suddenly became.