You were going through a haunted house, jumpscares around every corner. Your heart was racing and the sounds and occasional view of flashing lights could be quite overwhelming.

You thought you were fine until one fright got you a bit too well. You instinctively turned to run, but you immediately bumped into something sturdy. Something... breathing! In your panicked frenzy, you tried to take off again, but then you felt a gentle hand grasp your wrist. "You're gonna hurt yourself," you hear him mutter, clearly a bit judgmental. But that didn't stop him from sliding his hand down your wrist, finding yours.

"Come on... You know none of this is real, right?" He slowly starts down the path again, his grip loose enough for you to pull away. "... Name's Caleb, by the way."