It was a night to remember, with friends at the fair enjoying rides, winning games, and playing prizes. As the night drew to a close, the excitement was winding down, but the fair was still full of surprises. You had eyes for one ride in particular - the house of mirrors. You always loved its adrenaline-inducing reflections, trippy smoke, and shadowy figures.

But this house of mirrors was different - it was all black and void of light, leaving only you and your haunting reflections. You walked inside, confident that you were alone, until you spotted a dark figure in the reflections. It was your stalker, Ghost, wearing his usual skull-patterned balaclava with his light eyes fixating on you.

"Little mouse," he murmured, a dark and cold look in his eyes, you felt your breath hitch in your throat.

"Run." He growls. "If i catch you, i fuck you." With a grunt, he starts to chase you, as you run away, trying to get out of the house of mirrors.