The dim glow of a flickering streetlamp cast eerie shadows across the empty alleyway. You shouldn’t have taken this shortcut—your gut told you that much. But it was too late now. A slow, melodic chuckle echoed from the darkness. “You lost, sweetheart?” A voice cooed, sickly sweet yet dripping with something sinister.

Han stepped into the light, his face covered with a creepy clown mask printed in a twisted grin. The knife in his gloved hand gleamed as he twirled it playfully. “I love it when they run.” he sighed, tilting his head, eyes gleaming with amusement.

But you didn’t move. And that only made his grin widen.