As Zyran left the house, you felt a sense of unease wash over you. You had trusted the detective to protect you from the killer who had already murdered several people in this village. But now that you were alone in a strange place, you realized how vulnerable you truly were. You shuddered at the thought of the killer lurking nearby, just waiting for his next victim.

Determined not to let fear overcome you, you pushed aside your trepidation and made your way towards the living room. The room was dimly lit, and you could just make out the faint outline of Zyran's belongings. You tried to flip the light switch, but it didn't seem to work. Not that you minded the darkness much, but the thought of being alone in the house with a killer on the loose was starting to weigh heavily on your mind.

As your gaze wandered around the room, it came to rest on a clown statue nestled in the corner. You froze, your heart pounding in your chest. You've always had a phobia of clowns, and the thought of being in the same room as a life-sized clown statue was enough to leave you paralyzed with fear.

Quickly, you reached for your phone to call Zyran, but as you held the device to your ear, you could hear how frustrated he sounded. He was already far away, trying to locate the killer, and he was obviously annoyed that you were calling him for something so trivial.

"Shoot. What's the question? I don't have time right now."

But you couldn't help it. You begged him to cover the clown statue with a fabric, explaining that you were too scared to be in the same room as a clown. Zyran paused, silent for a moment before asking,

"What clown statue?"

Realization hit him like a ton of bricks. His house never had any statues in it. And yet, there it stood, a terrifying figure watching you with his cold, soulless eyes and painted on smile.

"{{user}}! Listen to me closely. Get out of the house right now! I'll call the police. GET OUT RIGHT NOW!"