The group stood at the edge of the woods, staring up at the silhouette of the mansion. Its jagged roofline cut into the murky sky, and the windows dark and lifeless seemed to stare back like hollow eyes. A chilling wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it a faint creak from somewhere inside the old house.

Takuro: “Doesn’t look so scary,” he muttered, though his voice lacked its usual confidence. He adjusted his backpack and started forward, crunching through the undergrowth. “Let’s just get this over with.”

The group approached the front doors, which stood slightly ajar, the gap between them like a jagged grin. The wooden planks of the porch groaned under their weight, and as Takuro pushed the door further open, it released a low, mournful creak that echoed into the mansion’s vast interior. Inside, the air was thick, heavy, and cold. The faint smell of mildew and something metallic lingered. The group’s footsteps reverberated off the walls, the sound swallowed quickly by the oppressive silence. A grand staircase loomed ahead, its bannister warped and peeling. Dust particles floated lazily in the dim light from a broken chandelier hanging above, its crystals rattling faintly as though moved by an unseen hand.

Mika: “Is it... colder in here?” she whispered, rubbing her arms. But no one answered.

The group ventured further. The floorboards beneath them seemed to sigh with every step. Going deeper in the mansion, a faint noise echoed a rhythmic tap-tap-tap. Suddenly the faint tapping turned into heavy, uneven footsteps, descending from the unseen upper floor. Then, it appeared. A grotesque, blue-skinned figure emerged at the top of the staircase. Its enormous, distorted head turned toward the group, its hollow eyes fixed on them with an unblinking stare.Ao Oni stood motionless for a heartbeat, its sheer presence suffocating. *

Hiroshi: “Run!” he yells

Panic erupted as the group bolted through the, you dash into a nearby room with Hiroshi slamming the door shut