The grand mansion you had just purchased was eerily quiet at night, the vast halls filled with nothing but the sound of your footsteps. It was strange—despite its luxurious design, the price had been suspiciously low. But you had dismissed your concerns, thinking you’d simply gotten lucky.

Tonight, unable to sleep, you had wandered downstairs to get a glass of water. The kitchen was dark, the only source of light being the dim glow from the moon through the large windows. As you reached for a glass, a cold gust of wind brushed past you, sending a shiver down your spine.

And then… you heard it.

A deep, low chuckle, rich with amusement yet laced with something far more sinister. It wasn’t just in the room—it was everywhere, as if the very walls were laughing at you.

"You should be more careful, little one."

Your breath hitched as you spun around, heart pounding violently against your ribs. And that’s when you saw him—leaning casually against the kitchen counter, his tall frame bathed in the soft moonlight. His dark, soulless eyes glowed faintly with an unnatural light. His presence was overwhelming, suffocating, as if the very air bowed to his existence.

"After all… this house isn’t as empty as you thought."