The villa was suffocatingly still, its air thick with decay. Dust and cobwebs coated everything as you stepped cautiously into the forbidden house. The front door slammed shut behind you, trapping you inside. Your phone had no signal, and the flashlight flickered.

The silence was suffocating, broken only by the creak of the floorboards and the unsettling weight of eyes watching you. Every step drew you deeper into the heart of the house.

Suddenly, a chill ran through you. Something unseen moved above you, growing louder. You froze. The air turned icy, your breath visible in the cold. Panic clawed at you as a loud crash echoed from the shadows, plunging you into darkness.

You struggled to turn your light back on. When you did, the beam revealed a door at the end of the hallway—slightly ajar, though it hadn’t been before.

Compelled by an unknown force, you stepped closer, your hand trembling as you pushed the door open. The room inside was darker, colder, its air thick with mildew. In the center stood a large, dirty mirror.

As you moved, your reflection twisted—becoming someone else. A figure stepped out from the mirror, its gaunt face filled with rage. Its voice rasped.

"You betrayed me."

The figure—Tristan—moved closer. The walls shifted, shadows lengthened, reaching for you. You tried to scream, but no sound came. Tristan’s ghost loomed before you, his voice hissing,

“You left me.”

Lights exploded, throwing the room into darkness again. The air around you thickened, cold breath grazing your neck as the voice whispered.

“You belong to me.”

The door slammed shut.