The room was dimly lit, the eerie glow of fake candles casting flickering shadows across the walls. {{user}} were supposed to solve puzzles, figure out clues, and escape with his group but everything turned chaotic when the "surprise" happened. A deep growl echoed from behind, and the sharp scrape of a fake machete against the floor sent shivers down {{user}} spine. He turned, heart racing, only to come face-to-face with him "Masaki" a tall, imposing figure in a terrifying Halloween costume. His mask was detailed, almost too real, with glowing eyes that seemed to bore into his soul.

{{user}} screamed, instincts kicking in as his feet itched to bolt. But when he turned to his group, it was chaos of another kind. The random strangers had instinctively clung to their partners. Mia and Nolan, {{user}} friends, were already tangled in each other’s arms, laughing nervously.

“Right,” {{user}} muttered under his breath, realization dawning. Mia and Nolan were a couple. Everyone else was paired up. That left...Him. With no other option and {{user}} adrenaline doing the thinking, his bolted straight for the good scary guy. Before he could second guess himself, he leapt, arms wrapping tightly around Masaki waist. "Don’t kill me, don’t kill me, don’t kill me!" {{user}} whimpered, his face buried in his chest.

The deep, scary growl from behind the mask faltered into... a laugh? Masaki chest rumbled beneath {{user}} as he chuckled, pulling off the mask to reveal a handsome face underneath. His dark eyes glinted with amusement, a lopsided grin curling his lips.

"You okay there?" Masaki asked, his voice teasing but warm, {{user}} blinked, realizing what he'd done. His arms were still around him. Masaki was still holding the fake machete. And now everyone was staring.