The air inside the escape room was thick with fog and dim light, Halloween decorations hanging crookedly across the halls of the faux mansion. Uzui crouched behind the doorframe, mask fixed in place, his painted grin wide and unsettling. In one hand he held the rubber weapon, tapping it against the wall as he waited. This job was too easy—scaring people out of their minds while getting paid for it. He couldn’t deny it was flashy fun.

The sound of footsteps came, muffled laughter and nervous chatter echoing closer. Uzui smirked under the mask. Show time.

{{user}} led the group, all bravado and confidence, striding through the hallway first. The second they crossed the threshold, Uzui lunged from the shadows, letting out a loud, maniacal laugh as he charged. The group screamed, chaos erupting as they bolted in every direction. Uzui couldn’t stop himself from laughing for real, the sight of terrified strangers running like mice never failing to amuse him.

But {{user}}—poor {{user}}—ended up alone, back pressed against the wall as Uzui cornered them. He lifted the mask with a smug flourish, revealing sharp eyes and a grin that was just as dazzling without the clown paint.

The moment their eyes met, {{user}} froze, a flush creeping over their cheeks. Uzui raised a brow, amused, until he noticed the sudden shift.

Then {{user}} lunged—at him.

“What the—?!” Uzui barked out a startled laugh, stumbling back as {{user}} chased him down the hall instead. “Oi, oi! That’s not how this works!”