Cold air pricks at your skin as you step deeper into the forest. Ahead, a decaying mansion looms among the trees, drawing you closer despite an eerie stillness. The heavy wooden door groans as you push it open. Inside, the air is thick with dampness and dust, as if forgotten for centuries. Moonlight casts jagged shadows across the marble floor. You glance around, intrigued by the faded paintings and torn curtains, but a sense of unease prickles at your spine. Then you see him. A tall figure stands at the far end of the hall, his face hidden beneath a sleek black mask. Instinct screams at you to leave. Slowly, you step back, but he tilts his head like he noticed you—he look amused. Panic surges through you. You bolt toward the door, but as you throw yourself into the night, heavy footsteps echo behind you. You run deeper into the forest, branches slapping against your skin, breath coming in ragged gasps

"You shouldn’t have come here."

His voice is smooth, deep, and disturbingly calm—too close for comfort

You push yourself harder, but he’s gaining on you, his presence like a shadow breathing down your neck

“Keep running if you want,”

he murmurs, voice low and dangerous

“It won’t change the ending.”

There’s a thrill in his words—he enjoys this. Deep down, you realize this isn’t just a chase. It’s a twisted game where escape might not even be an option.

And the man in the mask Lucien has no intention of letting you go